good god

hey, this woman kind of looks like me. i have flaming red hair and a lot of eye liner. and, of course the caption is true.
let's see, let's move backwards. last night i left a beer at the hungry brain half full as i was at the point of drunkenness and any more would have put me over the edge. there were a handful of people there and some jazz, i think, was about to start but i had to make an exit as i think i was starting to sway. this place is small, weird, a block away from me and easy to miss. just about perfect.
before biking there i'd been up the street at beat kitchen-empty on a sunday night when there's no show. that friendly woman patti was working and the oscars were on. she seemed optimistic about me coming back tonight to try and talk my way into a job. the kitchen was closed which was probably why i got drunk so fast. empty stomach.
i'd biked there from the vic, further down at belmont and sheffield? the block before belmont and clark. a venue that reminded me of lupos in providence. looked like a shitty old music hall. paid five bucks to see a movie where i was the only person there. sitting on a bench in an empty old music hall with a movie screen pulled down on the stage felt pretty surreal. for a second i wasn't sure if i was actually awake. the women's room was down a mysterious staircase, odd lights and many corners. i was totally prepared to get lost but that was just an over-active imagination. so yeah. the vic, shitty old music hall that shows cheap movies with uncomfortable seats since it's, err, standing room only. magical. will be going there a lot.

saturday night i went on a bar crawl with my housemate brian. i'd say he's got a good five to ten years on me but doesn't give me the creeps and that's pretty important. first we went down lincoln to this place called delilahs which had sexy (tattooed) bartenders but was full of like post-college yuppies? i don't know. talking was impossible.
walking back up towards belmont we passed a number of bars that were too yuppie or too gay (take that how you will). we ducked into a tiny nameless door under an Old Style sign and walked into a small old-midwest type bar where there's a half-dead dog sleeping in the corner, toothless old folks hanging out and popping open beers, wood paneling and no music playing. probably has looked the same for decades. that kind of shit.
after that we tried the beat kitchen but it was too packed, yelled across the street at dudes outside hungry brain asking what the hell it was, went in and met some nice bartenders. i liked this immediately, even if there were some aging hipsters. not hipster in a rides-a-fixed bike-american-apparel way...but an okay way.
went to underbar and met guy from boston that three other bartenders had talked about. "heart of gold" and "that accent" and that shit. think i was being drunk and creepy. after that we walked to the grocery store to get drunk munchies. it was after one am but these people were walking in with their toddlers. thought that was kind of weird.

friday i biked up to this giant cemetery off ravenswood and saw a pretty cool monument but i was too late in the day and they were locking it up soon. went to a little place across the street called fireside and had a burger and a red stripe. a lot of overweight people sitting around tables having margaritas and buffalo wings. very attractive black server dude with goatee was friendly. haggard blue-collar dude next to me was friendly. i just read the onion. friday night i went over to blue light for a beer. it wasn't spectacular but that was to be expected.

tonight hopefully i can schmooze my way into a serving job at beat kitchen. be friendly but not fake, funny but not stupid, flexible not desperate.