You got peanut butter on my chocolate. No, you got chocolate on my peanut butter. Sometimes the juxtaposition of two things leads to a creative result.
That's sort of what happened to me here at Helios today. I was catching up on one of my favorite blogs, indexed, enjoying such entries as:
when what to my wandering eyes should appear but a woman with pants pulled way down—oh my dear. She was sitting at the table next to me, and every once in while she reached back and pulled her shirt down to cover up the crack of her ass.
Ten minutes later, this juxtaposition-of-events-inspired creation appeared in my blog:
I'm just saying.
I think that when people work in a certain place and you find them there even when they're off work, it's a pretty good sign. I saw at least three people who work at Helios in Helios today not working. Oh, and not on the clock either.
Guess that answers my own question. As will happen when a young person dies, this person's obituary was tagged with tons of heart-filled postings, but the one that raised my eyebrow yesterday said something to this effect:
|I didn't know [name], but I came across his obituary in the paper, and after reading all of these comments, I know that [name] was a wonderful person, and I wish I had met him.|
I couldn't decide if that was a touching gesture or just plain creepy. The comment is no longer there. I guess the family decided it was the latter. Obituary stalking.
Joe and I went to Red Lobster to have a late dinner, but when we got there (circa 8PM), the lobby was jam-packed. We stepped next door to the Olive Garden, where we only had a 10-minute wait.
I got the Portobello-stuffed Ravioli, and it was just delicious. I ate half of it, and took half of it home in a box. I had three helpings of salad, and only two breadsticks, which just sounds "normal," but "normally" I'd eat 5 or 6 of them.
At close to 11:00, Joe and I met Kevin (av8rdude) and Curt at the opening of the new gay club on Glenwood. Last week, everyone I talked to was referring to it as "Bump." Tonight it opened as "Illusions." It's right below Rush, where Aura used to be; that's right next door to Helios and right across the street from Hard Times Cafe.
Well drinks (i.e., what I drink) were $1.00, and all Budweiser beer products were $1.00. Hence, I drank entirely too much, and went to the "&deity don't let me throw up, and I'll never drink again" place.
My prediction is that this new club will not last. I know I will rarely go there, mostly because there's nothing to do there. If you like to just sit and drink in a bar, then you'll probably love it. Personally, I like to play pool, listen to karaoke, see a show—something besides just stand (or sit) there and drink.