bird on the wire

Leonard Cohen.

The man was on his game last night. For a 74 year old man, he sure can still move around. Whenever he would leave the stage he would literally skip off. His voice was dead on, and he played every song that I wanted to hear. He was backed by nine (!) band members, each contributing in a great way to make a full sound without taking anything away from Cohen. Half way through his set they took a break, which is legitimate because they played for like 3 hours. The show was at the Chicago Theater, which is such a shitty location to park at... so I decided to park at a meter near Buckingham fountain. Save some money that way, but the spots became a tow-zone past 11pm. I wasn't too concerned because the gig was supposed to start at 8pm on the dot. I am pretty sure it did start right around that time, but I didn't expect him to play for so long. During the 3rd encore I glanced at my phone and saw that it was 11:05. "Shit" is what i said to Chad as I showed him my phone. So we booked out of there as fast as we could accidentally almost going backstage (or so we like to believe). My car was surrounded by other cars, thus it was not towed, ticketed, or booted. Thanks Chicago.

It should be mentioned once we found our decent balcony seats, we went to the bar and payed 8 bucks each for a Jamesons on ice. Rather pricey, but it just seemed like something that needed to be done. Sipping on the whiskey and enjoying one of the greats.

Post show, despite the amount of flashing red and blue lights around everywhere on 55 - I sped home. I wanted to make it home before 1. It might have been one of my fastest drives home from Chicago ever, as I was at Chad's doorstep at just a little after midnight. I tried calling a certain lady, to no avail. So instead went to The Roadhouse. A bunch of THE kids were there and I had a few laughs with them up until the 1am closing time. I then found myself in the parking lot, ripping one-timers towards the direction of Kyle the Eagle Scout. I have to play hockey whenever and wherever I can. One shot hit him right in his 'man bits'. He was in such pain. He was just collapsed in the middle of the parking lot. It normally would of been pretty funny (it still was i guess), but the week before we were throwing the football around post bar-time, and I accidentally kicked it on the roof. This was The Eagle Scout's ball mind you. Luckily our good pal Nick, who works at The Roadhouse said we could get it down in a day. But I felt like Charlie Brown. Like if he was ever actually given the chance to kick the ball, it would just end up on the rooftop of a bar that he was just drinking at. Good Grief.

Anyways, this is quite a bit of text. The moral of the story is that I love life.

A blog post with a picture will be coming soon, I swear.


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"I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"