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muckefuckI'm not sure choosing to spend my afternoon with thousands of people who couldn't care if I lived or died and a handful of people who would be put out by the latter was preferable to spending the evening with one person who cherishes me greatly and the friends of hers she wanted me to meet was the best choice I could've made, but it's the choice I did make and I'm content with it. It hadn't been my intention to do Market Days at all, but it logistics just worked out well.
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monshu, BDA, and BB at the Midwest Buddhist Temple's Ginza Festival. BB had invited us to a very modest one at Buddhist Temple of Chicago some weeks back and I wanted him to see the competition. He has limited tolerance for both sun and crowds and barely lasted two hours, even with a break to stroll the neighbourhood a bit. Before then, both he and BDA had multiple opportunities to show off their mad language skills (one vendor told us to "Go away and don't return!" because he was self-conscious about the fact that all of us could read the kanji on his merchandise but him) and we all ended up stuffing our faces. (It's been so long since I successfully ordered their chicken, I forgot that it was half a damn bird.)
So with them ready to call it a day at 2 p.m. and the Old Man wanting to head home for a nap, I figured I might as well take a stroll up Halsted on my way back to the ranch. I was rewarded with a nasty sunburn and a chance encountre with one of the couples I only ever see at this event. In fact, when I make the joke that that's the only reason I come, they are the ones I picture. They also brought news of another acquaintance from my days with the Great Lakes Bears who's become a shadow to me since he moved to Hammond and who I just happened to think of a few days ago. We all agreed it hasn't been the same since Replay replaced Buck's and now there's no place to hold court and wait for the world to come to you.
I promised to supply dinner and was left stumped for what to do until I remembered reading the menu of Antica Pizza recently and being intrigued by a pizza bianca with sausage, peas, and cream. The timing worked out beautifully: I hopped off the bus, ordered the pie, and it was in my hot little hands shortly before the arrival of the next northbound 22. Back at the house,monshu informed me that Scruffy had called to make plans for our joint birthdays next weekend. When I called him back, we ended up having one of our longest conversations ever, touching on everything from bar games to bestiality. It was good to feel that my animosity toward him for his waffling about arrangements had evaporated. Maybe I made the best decision after all.
I started the day with
monshu, BDA, and BB at the Midwest Buddhist Temple's Ginza Festival. BB had invited us to a very modest one at Buddhist Temple of Chicago some weeks back and I wanted him to see the competition. He has limited tolerance for both sun and crowds and barely lasted two hours, even with a break to stroll the neighbourhood a bit. Before then, both he and BDA had multiple opportunities to show off their mad language skills (one vendor told us to "Go away and don't return!" because he was self-conscious about the fact that all of us could read the kanji on his merchandise but him) and we all ended up stuffing our faces. (It's been so long since I successfully ordered their chicken, I forgot that it was half a damn bird.)So with them ready to call it a day at 2 p.m. and the Old Man wanting to head home for a nap, I figured I might as well take a stroll up Halsted on my way back to the ranch. I was rewarded with a nasty sunburn and a chance encountre with one of the couples I only ever see at this event. In fact, when I make the joke that that's the only reason I come, they are the ones I picture. They also brought news of another acquaintance from my days with the Great Lakes Bears who's become a shadow to me since he moved to Hammond and who I just happened to think of a few days ago. We all agreed it hasn't been the same since Replay replaced Buck's and now there's no place to hold court and wait for the world to come to you.
I promised to supply dinner and was left stumped for what to do until I remembered reading the menu of Antica Pizza recently and being intrigued by a pizza bianca with sausage, peas, and cream. The timing worked out beautifully: I hopped off the bus, ordered the pie, and it was in my hot little hands shortly before the arrival of the next northbound 22. Back at the house,
monshu informed me that Scruffy had called to make plans for our joint birthdays next weekend. When I called him back, we ended up having one of our longest conversations ever, touching on everything from bar games to bestiality. It was good to feel that my animosity toward him for his waffling about arrangements had evaporated. Maybe I made the best decision after all.