yes, yes, yes it’s FINALLY DECEMBER. it’s finally white season. for those that don’t know: in chicago there are three seasons — mud, sun, and cold.
hmmm so last night i went to a Braddigan show back at Schubas Tavern, which was strange to be back in the same place for the same musician after what’s come of it before. i didn’t actually hang out with mister B this time around (my nana sighs with relief because talks with Brad lead to other countries), and it occured to me that i’ve just now known him for a year. in that year this blog began, and there was moving and job quitting and movies and owen and sunburns and marketing strategy and not-for-profits and many, many children. many of them stoners. many of them very sweet kids out to have a good time. case in point: last night i was the 24 year old among 19 year olds. i felt really old when the kyle working the merch booth asked me to get him a beer. “WHAT?” i yelled above the music. “ROOT BEER” he said, overemphasizing the words so i could lipread in the back of the room.
i’ll be 25 in february. i feel old. but not tired old, like the good parts of old, liking what i like and who i like without wondering how it measures on the cool person’s scale of cool things. standing up for myself a little more. trying to streamline who and what gets the best of my attention… i’ve started sketching little studio apartment layouts, anticipating my Great Imancipation which probably won’t happen for six months but maybe sooner? maybe this Wunderman thing will work out in the long term. i interviewed to work on a new account yesterday, which went brilliantly. then a buddy i ran into last night at Schubas is apparently an old dear friend of one of my bosses, one that interviewed me. so who knows. i’m still tired of saying “who knows,” but i feel better about it at least.
on a wholly different note, i made the cookies i was talking about a few posts ago. they turned out GREAT, so if you want some email me your address and i’ll hook you up with some yummies.