If I could roll back the clock

April 5-8 may go down as the best (and worst) days of 2006.

Super Shuttle was supposed to pick me up between 4:55 a.m. and 5:10 a.m. on Wednesday morning. My plane left at 7:00 a.m. The van arrived at....5:55 a.m.! Amazing! I was super pissed, and barely made final boarding call for the flight. Everything worked out ok though, and I was able to sleep the whole way to Chicago. When I arrived, I visited a friend from high school and his roommate. We had the Great Idea to go to a bar at 3:30 p.m. I could tell this was going to be the start of a long four days. After catching up and drinking up, Steve picked me and JP up and we headed to his apartment. Did I just use the word "up" three times back there? Oh yes I did.

Wednesday night featured: Best falafel ever, smoke infested bars (I forgot how much I hate smokey bars), and lots of text messages. I also met Steve's new cats, emma and carl, who are way ridiculous. They would be the first of SIX cats that I would meet this weekend. Have no fear, dogs still rule my world.

Thursday was the BIG DAY. Tha 446 show! I slept in so I could be prepared, and then wandered around Chicago all afternoon alone. It was freezing cold, so I ended up just sitting in some horrific hipster coffee place and read my crappy book. Maybe I'll get lucky and end up on a craigslist missed connection, since apparently the place I was is where it all happens.

At night, I had my first encounter with the magical mystical Sparks. And about 20 vodka tonics. And some [*]. And a Sparks PLUS. I would advise anyone reading this to not attempt to recreate that mixture because you are guaranteed to make a total ass out of yourself. Second time ever I've blacked out in my life was this night. Excellent! Shout out to some extraordinarily tolerant human on Thursday.

Seeing tha 446 got me freakishly sentimental. Moving to SF was definitely what I needed to do at the time, and now moving to Chicago is what I need to do. But more on that at the end of this post.

Friday I was so brain dead all I could do was sit on Steve's computer and watch the Cubs game. I learned what a sparks hangover feels like, which I decided is what polio must be like. I also rediscovered the awesomeness of Michael McDonald and Kenny Loggins. In the afternoon, I got to meet baby Bradley for the first time. That kid is all smiles and awesome. Later, we went to the Double Door to see their friends band, Sleep Out, whom I had never seen before. The band after them (pas/cal) was the most pompous boring bummer of a band for a Friday night. Everyone quickly left. The rest of the night was pretty low key, and ended at some super lame house party with what I assume was all 18 year olds. Some girls were dancing around in their underwear like it was the most innovative and expressive thing of all time. Yawn and barf. We got out of there fast, headed home and listened to rap all night instead.

Finally, Saturday we got breakfast. I could barely function by this point. The afternoon was spent at Ed's with JP and Jacob, where we watched rap videos all afternoon. My shining achievement of this afternoon was nearly getting locked inside Ed's bathroom (fix your door dude).

I flew back to San Francisco in the evening, exhausted. Made it through about half a day of work. Not going in tomorrow, but not because I'm still recovering. If you've made it this far you get the bonus of learning that I'm moving to Chicago as soon as possible. If you need further information email me. Or better yet, help me get my shit together and find me a place (and a job!) in Chicago.

Pictures will be thrown on flickr, click the ole badge on the right to see the show and two fatass cats.