The Wife Took The Roller Skates

Thursday 23 August, approximately 7.40 am. Seen heading north on Michigan Avenue, near the Hancock:

A gentleman, in suit and tie, listening to his iPod. Skateboarding to work.

I Didn't Know She'd Bought Her Own Country

A Chicago tour bus operator has the following on its brochure...

Enjoy Chicago's ethnic neighborhoods: Chinatown, Little Italy, Greektown, and Harpo Studios.

What You Find Online...

You know how one thing leads to another. You start out on one website and end up many websites away.

So I found myself checking out a very entertaining blog...though not entertaining in the way intended by the author.

My favorite part was when the author related he had cried tears...from his eyes. Apparently, he usually cries tears from elsewhere, and so felt it necessary to specify where his tears were coming from in this instance.

A Walk Down Halsted

Sunday, I stopped in at the Brown Elephant. I decided that rather than ride my bike, I would walk my bike down Halsted to Sidetrack, where I planned to while away an hour or two enjoying showtunes.

The things you hear and see...

I passed three young queens, one of whom found it necessary as I approached to vigorously adjust his equipment. The queen in the middle said that was why she always wore a jockstrap. The third queen announced she was not wearing underwear: she was freeballing.

As I passed Halsted and Roscoe, there were several queens sitting outside Cocktail. One of them pointed at me... using a limp wrist to point with... and said something. I couldn't quite make it out. I was just tickled by the thought of someone so queeny they point with a limp wrist.

Methinks She Doth Protest Too Much

Overheard at Sidetrack:

"People are always asking me why I have a Hummer, since my dick is NOT small."

Or, in other words, I'm so embarrassed by my tiny dick I have to tell everyone in earshot it's not small and I have a Hummer which is also huge, don't you know.