Wonder Bar

So yesterday I got to see our basement... which used to be a SPEAKEASY .a.k.a. an illegal bar during the prohibition that made moonshine and such. There is a legit bar with taps complete with bar mirrors and cabinets and lanterns!!!! A dancing hall toooo. There are signs that read "Wonder Bar." It was so cool being down there. Although it's super dark and creepy, it was an unexplainable feeling to be in the presence of such an incredible part of our history. There is no doubt that our greatest mobsters such as Al Capone and Dillenger threw back a drink or two down there, seeing that my neighborhood/Chicago were their stomping grounds. 

I'm just really, really, stoked about it.

Although we already call our house The Speakeasy, we have pondered about getting a liquor cabinet and naming it The Wonder Bar. This of course will probably have to wait until we can fund it. In the meantime, we'll just have to settle for the goldfish named Moonshine. 

   

 

Can you Imagine?

I

wanna be her.

I just wanna ride a peacock.

And be Indian.

This is true.

No two words 

have described me better.

So it's been a good 3 months.

HI. Heelloo...Bonjour!

New things:

• I'm licensed to serve.
  

(certified by servesafe to manage in a food establishment....aka Candyality)

• Jill and I are remodeling the bathroom!

(walls powder gray and dark purple rugs ect...)

• Currently reading: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
• Currently listening: Notorious B.I.G.
• Currently watching: Matilda, Reno 911 Season 4
• Currently liking: Sesame Sticks and Gouda Cheese
• Currently wanting: to see Public Enemies (which takes place in my 'hood..no big deal)
• Currently searching: Inspiration for the kitchen!

Current thoughts....WE NEED A RENAISSANCE!

a classic revival of arts, music, literature, theater...ect...

Jill and I were talking about this. 

...things are getting too modern. Jet-Jetson like. 

a mockery of what we dreamed up the space-age too look like.

Specifically after seeing this new "Mobile Device" wtf. It's just an ugly car.

Isn't anything a mobile device if it's a device and can be moved?

Soooo we saw this car in an ad. 

It's Gross, and seems to be a trend.

And thats what we think. 

Take it or leave it. 

Lucky Penny

That guy spent so much time trying to pick up that damn penny in the middle of  that crazy busy intersection. I wish I believed in something that much.

Today I was bored at work again. 

Today was rainy and cold again.

No one wanted to leave their house either.

So we were slow.

I decided to reminisce memories of candy and childhood. 

Sweet tastes of 90's candy and Nickelodeon game shows.

A duo to please the senses

Legends of the Hidden Temple. Double Dare 2000

Grand prize?

A years supply of whistle pops.       

A purple pair of moon shoes.

Was better than winning gold.

Gold wasn't sweet, and didn't get you high.

When getting high meant going to the moon.

In your moon shoes.

I miss being a child. Even back then I knew I had it good. I never wanted to be older. I was an old spirit and had already figured out that getting privileges meant getting responsibility. I was never excited to drive a car because I knew I had to get insurance and pay bills and work. What kind of kid thinks about that when they're riding around on their big wheel picking the gravel out of their knee?

I'm still not excited about getting older. 

This Day

This day was a rainy cold mess.

My mind was a rainy cold mess.

My bathroom was a rainy cold mess. 

Call the landlord. The ceiling is leaking. 

Again.

This day I realized how much I appreciate a few people in my life.

Some I knew I appreciated. Some I didn't. 

Jill and I went to dinner at the Twisted Lizard. We will soon be spending all our money on margaritas there. Oh dear. Good thing it's less than 100 yards from The Speakeasy. 

The Speakeasy has been under the knife this week. 

With the intention of a facelift, we have managed to remove some wrinkles by cleaning the kitchen, floors, dishes, and living room. An injection of fresh flowers and framed art on the walls made it look years younger. 

Anticipation.

Impatience. 

Need, necessities.

Want, want, wishes.

Desire, decisions, delight. 

To a conclusion of this semester.

To a resurrection of summer.

To see my love.

To be hugged and kissed on the forehead. 

To be told I did good, even when I felt terrible.

To get a good nights sleep. 

To have clean clothes and an orderly room.

To go home.

To be relaxed and free.

Floundering

Adding insult to injury.

sowooonderful.

This summer couldn't come fast enough.

5 more weeks.

Closure.

I don't think i'll ever figure out what fully happened there.

But after getting close,

I stopped pursuing because I realized I don't care anymore.

Phew. I wish it would have been that easy to begin with.

This song resurfaces time and time again.

"Star Mile"

Oh doubt in the girl by your side
She's feeding your pride
As you go for a ride
Down the Star Mile

Worlds arise as she lets you come in
A duo begins
To the Hollywood Inn
Of the lonely

And all the gold dust in her eyes won't reform into rain
You had and lost the one thing
You kept in a safe place
Remember the face
Of the girl who had made you her own
And how you left her alone

All's well at the base of the hill
You might need to fill
A prescription to kill
Off the silence.

Look down from your tower on high
And take in the night
Look her right in the eye
She'll listen

And all the gold dust in her eyes won't reform into rain
You had and lost the one thing
You kept in a safe place
Remember the face
Of the girl who had made you her own
And how you left her alone

Life goes to those that are true
The regular news
Over playing the blues
With the light on

And if you burn the road
That'll lead you back to her in time
I watch you turn to stone
You can't find the sunlight

She's moving on without you
The tide breaks
You watch the stars fade
They gather you back to their home
I guess it's better than being alone

You do learn something new everyday.

Why am I finding out all this information now?

This past week seems to have been a plethora of newfound information for everyone, not just me. It's weird to think about our ongoing ignorance and how it affects the outcome of our lives.

What you don't know:

doesn't hurt you

might make you hurt worse

I bet my teacher wishes he knew that he chronically has a string of spit on his mouth when he's talking. Yeah, I'm in class in the front row right now.

I don't really know what to call it.

As traumatic as this weekend was, I still can't get over how good it felt to be home. I'd never thought i'd say it, but I couldn't be away from my family one more day. Although I ended up in the emergency room, what I really got was a chance for my mom and I to go through something hard together. I've been so insistingly independent for so long I forgot how good it feels to be taken care of by your mommy. I'm so lucky. 

I just hate:

My PR writing class

My PR writing class teacher

Not being able to spend time with Sohrab

Forgetting to bring back Guitar hero

Not being able to go home for Easter because of my PR writing class

Serifs

Recovering from the sunburns of Tejas

First day back from SB '09 San Antonio.

I spent the majority of my day on the south side of Chicago with Jill. Purpose? To go to Family Rescue, an organization that provides subsidized housing, counseling, and legal representation, for those suffering from domestic violence. I had an interview for my project for Social Issues in American Society. It was quite the mis-adventure to say the least. Then we drove to class, ate pizza hut (gross) and went to our FOUR HOUR LONG classes (uber gross). 

Now ya know, just doing that last minute homework and watching Sex and the City. What's new?

I can not wait to go home to see my *gasp* family! I was tempted to just stay on the highway and drive all the way back to Michigan. I had already made it a half hour. I haven't been home since Christmas time. :(

goodnight all.