just another day in non-suburbia
07/14/2005 05:05 p.m.
i was going to write three installments of that *awkward pale princess* blog, all about my independence weekend, but i decided to condense and conserve my time. here in a brief synopsis are the remaining *america the beautiful* details...

<< july three >>
steve and i make plans to go down to the lake-front for fireworks. we decide to be like tourists and ride the el train right down into the thick of the independence day chaos. the crowd is an enormous ocean of heads attached to bodies that appear to be seamless. as steve put it, "i can't see the ground in front of me." this is where the taste of chicago meets the fouth of july. by the time the big bangs are ready to bang, the crowd is amped, and huge, and swelling by the concrete lakefront. i ask steve to find one person who looks like they're having a good time. at this time anywhere near the lake, anywhere downtown, cell phone service sucks. it's non-existent. i have three friends biking in from san diego --yes, san diego-- they've been biking for two thousand miles and they are set to arrive in chicago for the fireworks. when the big bangs end steve and i head back towards the city, out of the park, and the crowds are just oceans that take up side streets. we were able to walk down the middle of michigan ave, so wish i had a camera, it was a-mazing. finally i have cell phone service and i return home to mike, mark and noah, three bikers from san diego who, after seeing the fireworks from a street behind the park, enjoyed a meal at our super-futuristic, trendy mcdonald's.

<< july four >>
you can learn a lot from three cross-country bikers. they aren't as stressed as i expected. they're three very chill, very calm, very interesting individuals who seem to be happy with just about anything i can offer them. we fit comfortably into my little studio, with three bikes and four guys. we made it work. and with all they've seen and been through, my life suddenly feels less... everything. my hat goes off to mike, mark, and noah... if for nothing else simply because they are accomplishing a task that i am not sure i could survive. i show them the lake and as much of the city as i can, and by morning they're off on the remainder of their expedition. boston or bust.

you can visit the bikers' website and read their diary @ http://churchofjamaica.org...

... there is the remainder of my three-part blog, minus any angst, minus any dark humor.

<< july nine >>
tonight kat, steve, tom, and myself went out to dinner. for some reason we went to the same restaurant as mentioned in the previous blog. to our surprise our server tonight is the complete antithesis of princess posture. our server tonight is witty, hilarious, and very out-going. it'd take forever to setup his humor here in text form, you'll just have to trust me on this one. he even rounded off our dinner with free dessert... free dessert!!! i'm not even sure the queen drama guild act of our time could fathom the word dessert.

then there was this crazy guy downtown tipping trash cans over and hitting cars that passed him by... he was the embodiment of insanity and all who saw him feared him. these are the people with whom you avoid eye contact.

that's all for now kids. i have seven zillion things on my mind and i have no idea how to sort them out.

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