Friday
Originally posted @ 10/18/2005 8:53 PM
The true litmus test for any given Friday night can be boiled down to one simple criterion: did it begin with a lie? That's right; every good Friday night must begin with a lie. Not a big lie, but just a little white one. It's the lie that gets you out of work early or misleads the people you didn't want to go out with or leaves your children ignorant of where you're actually going. I knew Friday was going to be good when it got started at 3:30 PM. You can guess the relationship between lying and getting out of work at 3:30 on a Friday. Then there was the lie of omission, dropping a happy child off at grandma and grandpa's house without disclosing our plans. It's all about your sleepover sweetie.
We were on the road, two young, childless hipsters out to paint the town red (I don't live in the same reality as the rest of you). A quick unhealthy dinner before heading into the city. First stop, the Green Mill, not to be confused with the Green Door or the Green Dolphin. A neat bar with possibly the worst bathroom logistics I've ever seen. Next stop, the Riviera. Two unremarkable opening bands and a couple beers later we realized that we were standing on the first floor with the young people but there was a balcony with seats for the older folks upstairs. Time to head upstairs before the main attraction. But first, a quick bathroom trip. On my way down the stairs, a guy I'm pretty sure I've never seen before yells my name and runs over to shake my hand. Who the heck? Oh ya, the bartender from the Green Mill. I guess it pays to tip your bartender or maybe he's following me.
Finally, the band we had come to see: Chevelle. We were not disappointed. Three brothers (or two brothers and one Brother-In-Law) from Grays Lake, Illinois who put on one great show. This is a state as close to relaxation as I'm capable of achieving. The feeling of the sound washing over you, the energy of the crowd, and the music put me in a state of bliss. We left the show with ears ringing and hearts pumping. I've seen a lot of shows at the Riviera and this is definitely one of the best. Possibly second only to bad Religion but then again, I'm probably biased.
After parting ways with Kristen and Jim, we decided coffee was a requirement. The search for coffee led to a tour down memory lane and through Lincoln Park. Someday we'll be old and rich and able to afford a place on Fullerton. For now, the 24 hour Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins is going to have to suffice. A little ice cream and a latte later, it was time to make the long drive back to the suburbs.
Thanks, Kristen for a truly inspired birthday present.
The true litmus test for any given Friday night can be boiled down to one simple criterion: did it begin with a lie? That's right; every good Friday night must begin with a lie. Not a big lie, but just a little white one. It's the lie that gets you out of work early or misleads the people you didn't want to go out with or leaves your children ignorant of where you're actually going. I knew Friday was going to be good when it got started at 3:30 PM. You can guess the relationship between lying and getting out of work at 3:30 on a Friday. Then there was the lie of omission, dropping a happy child off at grandma and grandpa's house without disclosing our plans. It's all about your sleepover sweetie.
We were on the road, two young, childless hipsters out to paint the town red (I don't live in the same reality as the rest of you). A quick unhealthy dinner before heading into the city. First stop, the Green Mill, not to be confused with the Green Door or the Green Dolphin. A neat bar with possibly the worst bathroom logistics I've ever seen. Next stop, the Riviera. Two unremarkable opening bands and a couple beers later we realized that we were standing on the first floor with the young people but there was a balcony with seats for the older folks upstairs. Time to head upstairs before the main attraction. But first, a quick bathroom trip. On my way down the stairs, a guy I'm pretty sure I've never seen before yells my name and runs over to shake my hand. Who the heck? Oh ya, the bartender from the Green Mill. I guess it pays to tip your bartender or maybe he's following me.
Finally, the band we had come to see: Chevelle. We were not disappointed. Three brothers (or two brothers and one Brother-In-Law) from Grays Lake, Illinois who put on one great show. This is a state as close to relaxation as I'm capable of achieving. The feeling of the sound washing over you, the energy of the crowd, and the music put me in a state of bliss. We left the show with ears ringing and hearts pumping. I've seen a lot of shows at the Riviera and this is definitely one of the best. Possibly second only to bad Religion but then again, I'm probably biased.
After parting ways with Kristen and Jim, we decided coffee was a requirement. The search for coffee led to a tour down memory lane and through Lincoln Park. Someday we'll be old and rich and able to afford a place on Fullerton. For now, the 24 hour Dunkin Donuts/Baskin Robbins is going to have to suffice. A little ice cream and a latte later, it was time to make the long drive back to the suburbs.
Thanks, Kristen for a truly inspired birthday present.
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