Please Exit On Curb Side
Right after I first moved to the city, I once got out of a taxi on a crowded downtown street and dinged the door of a very fancy car. The man behind the wheel was PISSED, but there really wasn't much damage and I was already late for a movie. What could I do anyway? Pay for it? Please. I can barely pay for my children's lunches every week. So I apologized and followed the lead of the cabbie: I got the hell out of there.
Yesterday, a drunken Cubs fan delivered karmic retribution. Plus interest.
Drunken Cubs Fan was getting out of a cab in front of my neighborhood bar. (Because that's what he needed: more alcohol.) Drunken Cubs Fan failed to heed the sign inside each and every taxicab in this great city which entreats you to exit on the curb side of the vehicle. But Drunken Cubs Fan is special! He can exit any old place he wants! So Drunken Cubs Fan opened the streetside door ... directly into the side of my car. Luckily I was just pulling up to a stop sign, so I was only going a few miles per hour. Unluckily, I failed to run over Drunken Cubs Fan, who clearly had it coming. Drunken Cubs Fan took one look at my car, called out a hearty "Whoops! Sorry!" and hightailed his drunk ass into the bar. When I went in to find him a few minutes later, he was nowhere to be seen. Drunken Cubs Fan had made his escape. But you can't escape from karma, Drunken Cubs Fan! Believe me, that bitch never forgets.
Anyway, it's an irritation and a hassle and I'm none too happy about dealing with insurance companies, but a little perspective is only a click away. If you haven't already donated to the hurricane relief effort, you can give $10 to the American Red Cross here. It takes about 45 seconds.
[UPDATE: The Red Cross has taken off the $10 donation button - the lowest denomination is now $25. For all of us poor folk who can't spare much but still want to give something, you can make a donation of any amount to America's Second Harvest by clicking here. One short form to fill out, no links to click through.]
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Labor Day: I'm Bored
No kids and no boyfriend this weekend. Very little in the way of plans. Chicago people: please sign up for a day to Babysit Tequila.
FRIDAY
Of Montreal is playing a show at the Abbey. $10. I dare you to listen to this and not love it:
"Disconnect the Dots"
"Wraith Pinned to the Mist (and Other Games)"
"Know Your Onion" - a Shins cover
[NOTE: My friend is going to this with me but the more the merrier, kids.]
SATURDAY
At laaaaaaast .. my love has come along. It's college football season, FINALLY. I need someone to watch the Fighting Irish with this Saturday night, since my usual cohort is now in another time zone. Across the planet. I'm desperate, people.
Notre Dame vs. Pitt
7 p.m.
The Blue Bayou
3734 N. Southport
$3 Margaritas!
Oh shit.
SUNDAY
What sounds good? A movie? Thrift shopping? Brunch? I don't care as long as it happens far away from my cat.
MONDAY
Must involve sleeping in.
Yesterday, a drunken Cubs fan delivered karmic retribution. Plus interest.
Drunken Cubs Fan was getting out of a cab in front of my neighborhood bar. (Because that's what he needed: more alcohol.) Drunken Cubs Fan failed to heed the sign inside each and every taxicab in this great city which entreats you to exit on the curb side of the vehicle. But Drunken Cubs Fan is special! He can exit any old place he wants! So Drunken Cubs Fan opened the streetside door ... directly into the side of my car. Luckily I was just pulling up to a stop sign, so I was only going a few miles per hour. Unluckily, I failed to run over Drunken Cubs Fan, who clearly had it coming. Drunken Cubs Fan took one look at my car, called out a hearty "Whoops! Sorry!" and hightailed his drunk ass into the bar. When I went in to find him a few minutes later, he was nowhere to be seen. Drunken Cubs Fan had made his escape. But you can't escape from karma, Drunken Cubs Fan! Believe me, that bitch never forgets.
Anyway, it's an irritation and a hassle and I'm none too happy about dealing with insurance companies, but a little perspective is only a click away. If you haven't already donated to the hurricane relief effort, you can give $10 to the American Red Cross here. It takes about 45 seconds.
[UPDATE: The Red Cross has taken off the $10 donation button - the lowest denomination is now $25. For all of us poor folk who can't spare much but still want to give something, you can make a donation of any amount to America's Second Harvest by clicking here. One short form to fill out, no links to click through.]
Labor Day: I'm Bored
No kids and no boyfriend this weekend. Very little in the way of plans. Chicago people: please sign up for a day to Babysit Tequila.
FRIDAY
Of Montreal is playing a show at the Abbey. $10. I dare you to listen to this and not love it:
"Disconnect the Dots"
"Wraith Pinned to the Mist (and Other Games)"
"Know Your Onion" - a Shins cover
[NOTE: My friend is going to this with me but the more the merrier, kids.]
SATURDAY
At laaaaaaast .. my love has come along. It's college football season, FINALLY. I need someone to watch the Fighting Irish with this Saturday night, since my usual cohort is now in another time zone. Across the planet. I'm desperate, people.
Notre Dame vs. Pitt
7 p.m.
The Blue Bayou
3734 N. Southport
$3 Margaritas!
Oh shit.
SUNDAY
What sounds good? A movie? Thrift shopping? Brunch? I don't care as long as it happens far away from my cat.
MONDAY
Must involve sleeping in.
Tequila Red called it a day @ 12:16 PM
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