It’s Friday! It’s Friday, so you know what that means, right? Labor day weekend! The busiest weekend for glory holes all year round! And I got a good feeling about Glory-Con ‘08, whether you’re a kneeler/sucker or a prodder, you know it’s gonna be a swinging good time. I was thinking about starting by the discarded mattresses near the Lincoln Park lagoon and then heading (no pun intended) down by the Union Station men’s room and then looping up to Wrigleyville, and the back room at Murphy’s Bleachers. I think I’m sticking to the standing side of the wall this year, (not literally! Heyooo!) as last year I wound up with some sort of parasite. Anyway….
I don’t know, man. It’s the end of summer. I didn’t go swimming once! I only went to three cubs games. I wrote two songs, I didn’t get so drunk I crapped my pants at all, and I don’t think it’s a stretch to call the amount of crystal meth-morphine speedballs I was able to do “negligible.” I must be getting old. Actually, yeah, I am. A week from Monday is my birthday. I’m already creaking. What a scene.
A few people wanted to know what to do in Chicago. Well, I wrote an article about this very subject for that “tiger beat—foolish hair edition” magazine called AP, but they chopped it up and made it nigh incomprehensible, (especially the last section…I was so disappointed when I read it that I didn’t even buy the magazine. Who’s the copy editor over there anyway, [this is the part where I’d name drop a semi-literate hatchet wielding mainiac if that sort of person was just readily available in our cultural lexicon…OJ?…close enough.] OJ?) so I understand if you didn’t get the full idea of where to go from that. I’ll offer a few suggestions here and there over the next few days. Here’s two for today:
The John Handcock building
-This is the second tallest building in Chicago (at least for now…that trump tower is catching it fast) and there’s a bar on the 96th floor. It’s the best view in the city (particularly, I’m told, from the ladies room) and you can get drunk and eat hot wings among the clouds just like Billy Dee Williams used to do.
This place has hot dogs made from game meat (boars and venison and shit like that) and also vegan dogs and gourmet dogs (Duck dogs stuffed with pate, for example) and everything in between. In a city famous for hotdogs, hot Dougs is the best of the best. Get in there and eat. Doug’s also got a pretty healthy Madonna/ Britney fetish going on, so there’s tons of great stuff on the walls.
Okay, I’m off to work. More Chicago hot spots next time. Have fun out there this weekend, glory holers!