High Holy Mass of Contradictions

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m going to some shindig on Thursday featuring “microroasted artisanal coffees.” Really? “Microroasted?” I was aware of the home roasting trend (I started to call it a craze, but I think that’s overstating the case) but hadn’t run across the term “microroasted.” I’ve actually largely given up coffee (truly, you wouldn’t believe how much caffeine I’d been consuming and for how many years of my life) but this I just gotta see.

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Every time I see this package in the break room at work, I imagine a “Coffee Singles” dating service for people who love java.

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I splashed hot coffee in my eye this afternoon. I can't recommend it as an experience.

Karsten and I went to the Young Professionals / Brian Ritchey / The Katies show at Mercy Lounge with a bunch of my coworkers last night. (This was after we'd been to Lyrix to see our buddy Joe Hendricks play a writers' round, which was after we'd been to Cabana with the coworkers for happy hour.) The show was great. All three acts were great, even if I'm especially partial to the latter two who are friends of ours through day job connections.

Anyway, I saw JD of Gypsy Cab Co. rockin' out with his new haircut and funky vest. Small blogosphere. No pics because it was just too damn dark in there for my Treo.

After the show was over and everyone had had their fill of after-hours dorky dancing to cheesy '80s pop, my colleagues and I sought drunk-dining options at Hermitage Cafe south of downtown. Wow. I'd never even heard of it, but apparently it has quite a following. Wow. That place was... um... an experience. Wow. You know the kind of dive where the cook is flipping hash browns with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth? Where the waitress looks about 80 even though she's probably only 40, and she says "hon" a lot? This was even divier than that. When I asked for decaf coffee, the waitress answered that it was Sanka, apparently giving me a chance to back out of the deal. I said, "well, ok" and she cautioned me again, this time more clearly: "It's not very good, hon." I reassured her that I would face the consequences bravely and she moved on to someone else's drink order. My shoes were sticking to the so-called "carpet" which was so worn it looked as if it had become a single trodden-down layer of matted grime and grease. I've never seen anything quite like it.

Naturally, the place was overrun with drunk songwriters. (Including several of us.) Heh.

I'd say more about it but I got so little sleep I think I've overstretched my ability to articulate. Off to make dinner and then go see the WJ Cunningham opening at the Estel Gallery. I think it'll be an early night tonight, though. I can't imagine staying awake much past 9 PM at this point.

Hope everyone else is having a great weekend.

I'm sitting here at Metropolis Coffee Company in Chicago, enjoying the delicious coffee and free WiFi, but not so much enjoying the snooty and superior attitude of the staff. Whatever. They're just lucky their coffee is so good.

I'll be here for another few hours and then I'll go meet my mom and sister and whoever else they've rounded up for dinner (at Dick's Last Resort!?!, I think -- I have no idea why) and then drinks.

Hope everyone has a great weekend planned!

I'm sick, apparently, or at least that's what my body seems to think. My brain wants to go outside and play in the snow, but without my body, it would probably be a bad idea.

And yes, I said snow! Can you believe it? We had 60+ degree weather on Monday and there's snow on the ground today. Weeeeeird.

I spent almost the entire day yesterday writing -- easiest thing to do since I was a sickie -- and am pretty psyched about getting to do this all the time. Karsten also gave me a CD of some random melody ideas (something he does once in a while) and I already came up with lyric concepts for two of them. Rawk!

Black Cherry is running around the house screaming for Karsten, who is out doing a grocery run. We had no yogurt in the house for breakfast! But at least there was coffee. Much coffee. Can you tell? ;-)

Back to writing!