Overcast, slightly chilly. A grim reminder that perhaps the glory days of the Chicago Indian Summer are at a close.
Chattering memories: because of global warming we will have another mild winter.
The only mild winter I'm looking forward to is the Goose Island Mild Winter line of Mild Ale. (5.6% AV)
Horoscope: Last night Neptune crossed over the Aeschylus constellation, an obvious warning to all you redheads out there.
Guided by Voices last night at the Riv. Fucking sick. Bassist injected this awesome lick into my personal GBV favorite, Tractor Rape Chain. Frontman seemed drunk. They all seemed drunk. I wonder if they have to pay any fines incurred from all the smoking they did on stage. (No one, and I mean NO ONE working for any venue would DARE go up to GBV mid-set and tell them that they couldn't smoke in the Riv.)
He also mentioned the Violet Hour--odd. I'm'a take my boo there soon.
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