Anomaly

I was sick at the SD airport, congested and half-deaf, waiting for hours for my flight back to Chicago on Tuesday. Seeking some affordable juice i went to the airport bar and sat next to some 21-year old pseudo-punk. "Is this seat taken?" I asked. "Yes," she says, laughing. I move to the next seat and she grabs my arm and says "Just kidding". I sit next to her. I'm not interested in talking, the other seat had a rip in it. She wants to chat. I can sense it. She's clearly looking for some reason to chat.

"Excuse me," she says finally. "Do you know what 'animally' means?" I confess I don't. "See, I'm reading this book, and theres this word that I don't know and I can't continue reading unless I know what it means." She points at the book. It's some sort of Irish immigrant family overcoming something. Low rent Frank McCourt. I look at the word.

It says "anomaly".

Louie's Pub

Last night I stopped in for a drink at Louie's Pub ("Where friends meet!" 1659 W. North Ave) before a movie and never made it to the movie. The place is a cozy neighborhood pub with red lights all over the place and images of former singing stars plastered on the walls and tables. Oh yeah, and they have karaoke every night of the week (except Monday for some reason). I went on a Wednesday and the population of the bar peaked at 10, including the bartender and karaoke woman. There was an old Irish guy who belted out Sinatra like it was his job, complete with hand gestures and swaying. There was a toothless veteran who sang country songs in the simultaneously worst and most forlorn voice of all time. There was a young guy in a suit who was trashed and couldn't pronounce the words even though they were all on a screen. It was like a David Lynch movie. I highly recommend it, especially when empty.

Is this even a costume?

Is this even a costume?
Originally uploaded by thesquish.

I was at Subterranian on Sat for a costume party. Some woman decided it would be appropriate to wear Indian clothes (she's white), a bindi, and carry some sort of ethnic bag as a costume. Yes, she was dressed as an Indian woman. The icing on the cake was when she was doing the Bhangra to every song. Now "Monsoon Wedding" was great and all, but get the fuck out of here.


Edit: Related story, sort of. I dressed up as a Guju bride for Halloween

Then it hit me

Then it hit me
Originally uploaded by thesquish.

I saw this on the street in NYC. I think this poster speaks to everyone and their fear that they will actually never end up as rock stars. Even if you never actually expected to live the life of Rock n' Roll excess, it's sobering to realize it'll never happen.

Probie Mullet

Yes. Probir. With a Mullet.

Nice Shirt

 

A shirt for sale in Las Vegas when I went on a recent bachelor party. This gives you an idea of what type of person is likely to shop there. Man I hate that town. 

Sid Maudlin

This is a "band" called Sid Maudlin, maybe it's the woman's name. Essentially it's a Goth/Industrial version of Britney Spears, complete with dancers. The even weirder thing (?) is that all of the friends who came to see her perform were Lincoln Park Trixies and their associated fratboyfriends. Totally weird.

Sid Maudlin's Website

Om Graffiti

Om Graffiti
Originally uploaded by thesquish.

This is pro-Hindu graffiti near Devon Street in Chicago.