also

not going to divulge too much at the moment but i just have to let the world know that
this + http://logansquarefarmersmarket.org/+ this + this =

one hell of a happy ellen.

oh my blog

well it’s 2008. last week was fun that weird week between christmas and new years. it always feels nearly imaginary. and now it’s a new year, at least by my calendar.

on friday sarah and i had a dismal meal at azucar, a tapas restaurant in logan square. i don’t want to knock independently owned businesses, so i won’t, but let’s just say the meal steered sarah and me away from ever really wanting to cook or eat spanish food again. whoops, knocking.

the evening, did however provide for a lot of hilarious photo opportunities, most notably

and

on friday gerard and i had a lincoln park adventure!

followed by a styling session for ms. jodie mack.

it was snowing on new years

tony played the piano until 6 in the mornin’ (or 4)

more soon. new years resolution is to find an actual focus for said blog. (eg, this one)

surreality

sarah is one of my dearest, and we’ve been having the best adventures for awhile now.

last night might take the cake though.

we decided to meet up as castaways as one ought to do sometime in the summer. there, we heartily enjoyed talking with our waiter — just to prove how creepy the internet is! only sarah will appreciate that, but since she is one of the longest readers of said blog, i think it is ok.

after drinking church lemonade at castaway, we decided to go on a walk. there is a volleyball tournament at north avenue beach this weekend. we sneaked inside and looked at the grounds in all their post event glory. among other things, we saw plates of roast beef that had been left to rot, larger than life gatorade bottles, and really giant fake volleyballs.

then we walked to the break wall and saw between 300-400 geese, who looked like wooden geese sculptures until we were within 3 feet of them and they started to make noise and move.

then we sat down on the beach, and an old man with googly eyes and an open security shirt offered us cold gatorade, fresh from the cooler.

then on the bikeride back to logan square, we saw about 5 million cabs on cortland street, which is weird.