The Room

I went with a group of charming people to see "The Room" at The Music Box tonight. It was awesome. This is a fabulously horrible cult classic complete with heckling. There are bountiful sex scenes, stock shots of San Francisco, and plot lines that are introduced and never heard from again. It was an absolute delight. I came up with a new thing for the group to shout: "Boobies!" Because, well, there were lots of boobies. Well, really just lots of shots of one booby, but every time that booby was on screen I shouted "boobies!" and it eventually caught on.

I would spoil the plot if it were possible...

On our walk from the movie to a pizza joint we found a passed out drunk dude. My friend Andi and I did what all petite girls are taught to do and scurried passed quickly and close together. My friend Ryan, however, is a well brought up midwestern boy and he made sure the guy was alive and called an ambulance. So that was more adventure!

After the movie and ordeal we went to a pizza place called Ian's and got s'mores pizza! This is a wonderfully well thought out food that left me very pleased with my eating experience. Brilliant I say! The place seemed to have all sorts of inspired ideas for pizza toppings and we agreed we would go back soon. Yum-o.

An all around fabulous Saturday night in Chicago.

Catch-up Blog

I went to a Passion Pit concert in Milwaukee. An hour and half car ride with seven music hungry hipster girls, but all in all a good time.

I spent Easter orphaned, but not alone. My pal Ryan played the roles of all family members. We picniced in Lincoln Park and then splashed in puddles all the way to get Ghiradelli's Hot Fudge Sundaes. It was awesome.

I have now been to a handful of Chicago stand-up open mic's. I am having a blast trying out different things. I'm learning a lot.

I learned a valuable life lesson:

Dancing naked to Pearl Jam in your apartment is dangerous and can lead you to not hear people at your front door who show up to look at your apartment three hours early. ...hypothetically...

My friend Cameron visited from California and spent the weekend with me. Having him around was awesome. It was a little slice of home. It was delightful. :-)

I went to a Ben Folds concert which was soooo good! The gal that opened for him totally rocked too. Katie Miller-Heidke was her name. The whole thing was acoustic and lovely and wonderful.

Today I climbed into a trash can that was disguised as a giant coffee cup and poured coffee all over myself. For details on the effects this event has had on my crime fighting skills see previous post.

Coffee-Becky Hybrid

Today my DNA fused with coffee. I realize this is the type of hyperbole I am prone to making to depict my deep and passionate relationship with the bean, but todays events were deeper then that. Nerdy guys tend to be dropped into vats of toxic waste or bitten by radioactive spiders when the time comes to understand their calling and fulfill a destiny of crime fighting.

I tend to walk on the wild side. I literally bathed in coffee today, coating myself inside and out with my beloved beverage. I now have super powers. My super powers are similar to that of a super ball in that I can bounce to great heights and across great distances. Even off the walls, should the occasion arise.

I swam in coffee for a performance art piece for a class final. I thought working with coffee would be fun because it is my truest love, but now we've spent so much time together preparing for the piece and performing the piece that the lingering smell of coffee that is infused into my skin is no longer cherished. I still love you, coffee. I just need a little space right now.

Chicago Small Talk

I'm sitting in Starbucks writing. This is a very common haunt of mine but tonight I can't sit still. I know I'm beating this whole nice weather thing over the head a bit, but it is all anyone can think about.

Chicago is a weather obsessed society. At first I thought it was just the weather chat in my elevator, but no: it's everyone. You'd think it would become incredibly dull after a while: comment after redundant comment on how snowy it is, how windy it is, how cold it is, how nice its getting, etc. Here is the thing: it doesn't get old. When someone starts talking about the weather I bubble up with gratitude that someone has finally brought it up again!! Its all I can think about from my elevator down in the morning! If I am deprived from the opportunity to talk about it again on the ride up to my apartment, I might explode.

That is what is so amazing about Chicago, everyone is on the same page. Here everyone walks or takes the el. They are out in the world. Suffering in the cold, rejoicing in the sun, lamenting another packed train with your head in someone's armpit.

In LA, everyone hates the traffic, but they are in their own little bubble. They are separated from everyone else, so its everyone else's fault that the traffic sucks. There is no unity.

In Chicago, everyone might be grumpy about the CTA, but they are grumpy together. The camaraderie is enveloping. Now it is enhanced by the delight of the weather. Everyone is happy and horny. Couples are smiling at outdoor tables at every restaurant, drunk men beckon in front of every bar, and I sit next to a giant window, on the edge of my seat waiting for a pal to join me for an adventure. I love Chicago.

In a Pickle

Today I watched a guy who I was until very recently attracted to eat an end of a pickle and meet in the middle with a girl. Albeit a very astute Lady and the Tramp reference: Gross. The only things I hate more then situations that make me uncomfortable are pickles.

Now I'm off to a sketch show at io. A pickle free environment in every sense of the word.

I'm sure you remember this

Definitely no more digging friends' cars out of snow!

How 'bout this?

No more pretty snow blanketed view out my window.