Poor Man's Cow

Yesterday was a suit day. I had to go downtown for a big annual meeting of the company I used to work for. That mean breaking out one of my suits that don't quite fit me anymore, throwing on a tie and hobknobing with people I haven't seen in quite some time. I miss wearing suits, I've become quite lazy being in the suburbs and not having that requirement as I once did. It makes me feel a tad more professional and I look pretty good in them. The meeting went well, and I went back to work and then rushed home as I had to make the trek up to Evanston to see my buddy's band Poor Man's Cow. There's no direct route from Oak Park to Evanston, it promised to be a long journey so I took out Drake, rolled up some inspiration and was about to leave when it hit me. Empty wallet. Fuck.....quick check of the checking account....$18.50....Fuck......pay day's Friday and this was a tough period for me so I was a bit stuck then I saw it. My half full Gatorade gallon jug o'change. Groovy, I grab it and make the stop at Jewel to use the Coinstar. I emptied in half of what I had and after they took their $.8cents on the dollar I left with $70 bucks, not too shabby. It was at this point I also realized that I'll need something to eat since those drinks I'll be downing would require some soaking. My options were pretty limited so I begrudgedly pulled into a Burger King on the way to the Eisenhower. "Would you like to try our new Burger Shots meal?" asked the voice at the speaker. Now, I had seen these commercials and remember them not for the burgers, rather for the cute chick who makes an orgasm sound upon seeing them. Thumbs up, so ok based on the orgasm sound "sure, medium, w/coke". Coke was a bad idea, shoulda went with water as since my Acid Reflux surgery carbonation is not a great thing. $7.59 for the meal and a 10 minute wait on the side later the person walks out and I'm on my way to the expressway. I cut through side streets as I want to go past where the dimembered body was found, which was less than 1/2 mile from my house (http://www.wednesdayjournalonline.com/main.asp?SectionID=1&SubSectionID=1&ArticleID=13922) I go to pull one of these burgers out and make a grizzly discovery of my own; they're all connected. W T F ? Six burgers, not only where the buns connected the wall of meat between them were connected and not cut apart, so I didn't have Burger Shots, rather I had a wall of burger pizza. Fuck....ok, pull over, ripped them apart and got on the expressway. The burgers weren't that great and I honestly can't recommend them. Last time I'll buy something based on an orgasm sound.

There was lite traffic on the expressway and I got to the Kennedy in no time, and then up to Dempster ave and into Evanston to the bar/restaurant they were playing. I wasn't quite sure this was the place and was about to leave when a manager accosted me and demanded to help me. He pointed me in the back and I went walking and he kept directing me as I walked which at that point reminded me of the scene in Goodfellas where Bobby D directs the wife into the warehouse toward the end of the movie and she freaks out and leaves as it was probably going to be her last walk. They put the band in the last possible room that had lights out and no heat on, but they were warming up and then they went on and people started to show up. The band plays music from the Dead, Allman Brothers, Johnny Cash, Tom Petty and the like. They sounded pretty good as this was the first time I saw them outside of a basement and I began to notice a lot of people I knew. It was at this point I also began a conversation with someone who knew me and spoke to me as if I knew her so I carried on. After she left, I had to ask a friend who it was and she explained and I'm like "i have no recollection of speaking to that person ever" Seriously she knew all this stuff about me yet I'm quite certain even after the host of chemicals I've done in my life that I haven't spoken to her. Freaky. Anyway, 4 vodka tonics later it was time for 2 red bulls before I made the ride home. Made it home about 11:30, which wasn't bad but I so did not want to get up this morning and coffee's not getting the job done.....I long for the old days where I could hit Bamboo Bernies and get a shark bowl with a group and wander around lincoln park zoo at 3am and wake up, suit up like a champion. Sadly, those days are long past. Must learn to drink lesssssssss. Also trying to get my buddy to tape more of their performances so I can get them some gig's out here. I used to date a girl in a band, cute red head who played the fiddle and was an artist, and I got them a host of gig's out here so maybe next time my adventure can be local and without the burger shots.