Exhaustion is the new black and I'm fuckin' stylin'! At present writing, it is 2:30 a.m., Sunday (or Monday if you want to be a stickler) and I have finally completed my Market Days bar crawl/lovefest/eating binge. What follows may be a bit rambling and pointless, but isn't it always?
My first order of business was to stop into the vintage sale at Brown Elephant. I picked up an authentic set of Lincoln Logs, circa childhood. It became my defining goal to make it through the weekend so I could sit home and play with them.
So I start at the Windy City Media Group booth, positively glowing in my brand new Ernie t-shirt, which made me look like a ripe pumpkin. Of course, as I had feared, my friend backed out of wearing his Bert shirt, so I braved it alone. If you had a chance to stop by the booth, you probably walked away with some fabulous gift certificate or CD or some other such bauble. We were glad to give 'em to ya.
After that, I began snappin' away like a madman. Being a bit cloudy, the usual tally of shirtlessness was down a bit, but sexiness abounded nevertheless. I will refrain from mentioning anybody I talked to by name, as I probably don't remember. Suffice it to say, if I took your picture, I had a great time chatting, yadda yadda yadda.
Bucks exploded nicely onto the front sidewalk with their cafe set-up. Plenty of aching feet and thirsty gullets took advantage of that one.
So more wandering around until nightfall, when I made it to the Addison stage for Pansy Division. Rock! Haven't seen them since college (oops, I just dated myself!).
Went home, pretended to sleep for a bit and was right back the next day. Now it was time to kick it into full gear.
First I remember was Jinx Titanic at the Belmont stage. The area smelt of beer and sweaty men. Yeah, that's Jinx Titanic for ya.
Off to see Lady Miss Kier of Dee-Lite fame. Looking spacy as ever, I got a pic of her and George (you owe me big!).
Hydrate took over the entire corner of Halsted and Cornelia with Rosabel's 10 hour set. So that's where all the shirtless men were!
Cocktail played host to Power Infiniti, looking smashing as always. Thanks for comin', Power!
Ended the night with A Flock of Seagulls. While I couldn't stick around for 'I Ran', I'm sure those who stayed got a great show.
Also saw a bit of Cathy Richardson. I was jammin' but I had to run.
So off to Sound-Bar, where thank God the ambiance is so stimulating, was I was about to fall out. Plenty o' eye candy to keep me aroused...I mean awake. OK, I mean aroused.
And now, off to play with my Lincoln Logs in peace.