::life goes on::
oh, blah dee, oh, blah dah...
last night was pandemonium.
first off, hot snakes played the double door. mmmm mmmm. rick froberg is my one and only. well, my other one and only. okay, my other other one and only, but still. good god. his voice - makes me want to rip my face off. in a good way.
matt and i went to this benefit concert (the "gala") at the chicago theatre. it was a benefit for the company jeff works for - a super well known art organization that helps kids. he got us in for free whereas everyone else had to pay $500 a piece.
we got dressed up all fancy, and schmoozed with high society. actually, we didn't do much schmoozin'. we drank a lot of champagne and hung out with ourselves, taking pictures on the balconies with chandeliers in the background, and waving to jeff from the third floor when he was down in the lobby. i felt totally weird taking champagne off trays from cocktail servers, and then putting empty ones back on them. i felt more like i should be helping them.
i also got to place a fake bid on a sculpture a little kid made - my rich name is Sterling McKenzie, and i bid $250 on a tiny little bust some kid made. that got the bidding going.
rich people are crazy. no. like seriously, crazy. i think they think because something is expensive that makes it good. this is not the case. but it sure is entertaining.
we got quite saucy before the show started, and guess who the performer was?
patty lapone.
patty la-who, you ask? i asked the same question. she was the first evita (whoopdeefuckindo), and was also the mom on life goes on - you know, the show with chris burke & kellie martin? matt and i were so drunk (not to mention uncivilized) that we wanted to yell, "corky!!!" but come on, really, we know how to clean up. we were very lady like and gentlemanly, but apparently not sophisticated enough to appreciate the power of this woman's voice. everyone was enthralled by her. we couldn't get over her camel toe.
so we excused ourselves, and went exploring the chicago theatre, taking some KICK ASS pictures. we were quite certain our drunk asses were going to get thrown out, but - we didn't.
when the show ended i had to rush straight over to t & seb's place for his 30th birthday party. i wasn't going to stay long or drink anything else, but you know how that goes. i didn't get home until 4.
and i am still drunk.
i need to do laundry, and i have an excellent strategy. even though we have a laundry room in the basement of our building, i think i'm going to start taking my laundry around the corner to the laundromat next to quizno's. that way i get to walk by quizno's, possibly run into my boy, at the very least be seen by him, and then i don't have to chub up and eat there all the goddamned time.
good plan, huh?
yeah. i'm full of them.
(just talking to him like a normal person would be waaaaay too easy.)
