Saturday, February 28, 2009

Hey everyone. As a little addition to my last post, I actually decided not to go shooting that night. I didn't have any shells loaded (just trying to save the planet), and I didn't want to have my already enormous debt to my grandpa to increase. I rode home with my mom that day, and we got home to an answering machine blinking with a message from my grandma. apparently they were expecting me to get off the bus there, and when I didn't, they FREAKED. I found that a little odd, because they know I often ride home with my mom, and I don't actually live with them anymore. When I was 8, and my mom didn't work at the school, and I lived at their house, it was different. Now, I can fend for myself.
So, guess what I did yesterday? I went to band Festivals!! Festivals are a big area competition that we take part in every year, where we play three songs we've practiced and two we've never seen before. I had a ton of fun, even though our band got a 3 (the best was a 1, the worst 5). I don't look forward to the band events because of the playing, I look forward because of the fun I always have. What they say is true about band people, we do tend to stick together. OK, so there may be a few undesirable people (stupid gossipy preps who tend to whisper to each other, look in your direction, and giggle), but overall it's a nice environment. I've gotten to hang out with a lot of people I wouldn't have if it wasn't for band.
The competition was about an hour away, in the big city. The bus ride there was pretty fun, although I got a little ill-feeling because of motion sickness. When we got to the high school it was held at, there was a real culture-shock for most of us. Our school district has over an 18-mile radius, and still only has about 200 students per grade. I've been to the city in question, Flint, that we were in many times, so I had a little background experience, but apparently some people were not aware of the difference. The school had 2 pools, elevators, and hundreds of classrooms. All of the desks had doodles on them that, if they were found on desks in our schools, would earn us expulsion. They actually had lecture halls, something most kids had never seen before.
On the way home, we stopped at McDonald's. I still feel sorry for those poor employees... imagine about 100 loud, obnoxious band kids piled in one tiny place. The line was half an hour long... and I was at the back. My friend and I had time to go and play a game of air hockey (that's right - they had an arcade in the place) and get back in line with no noticeable difference.
I had thought the bus ride there was chaotic, but I hadn't seen anything yet. A busload of teens jumped up on caffeine is a bad thing indeed, believe me. It was totally dark on there the whole time, and that just seemed to add to the insanity. Towards the end, the driver was actually forced to turn on the lights in the back, to try and keep us in line.
The cool thing is, we still have a few more trips with band this year. We're going to see a Broadway play sometime soon, and we always make a trip to Cedar Point at the end of the year. There's also a lock-in, which is just pure insanity. They lock us in the school, and set us loose. I stayed up 25 hours straight that day...I'm not sure if anyone really got a good night's sleep. They didn't actually make us go to bed until 1 in the morning, and because virtually all the adults there were ladies, and the guys' half had all the TVs, we just stayed up. However, around 4 or 5, I did start to get really tired. I would be walking down the hall, and discover I somehow made it to the other end without remembering any of it. It was pretty cool, though.
Well, I've spent about an hour writing this, and I'm just tired. Tune in next time, at Boyd's World.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Shooting

Hey everyone. I can once again be found sitting in my mom's classroom, this time waiting for her to finish up with her teacher-stuff so I can go home and get ready to go shooting. I'm really not looking forward to going, although I know I'll have fun once I actually get there. I'm not exactly sure why I loathe going, but it is really hard for me to convince myself I'll have fun. I go with my grandpa, who has basically devoted his entire retired life to shooting sports. He actually owns a gun shop, which can be pretty cool. I've got a job there, where I clean muzzle-loaders and make various parts. The store specializes in muzzle-loading, although he can fix pretty much anything. It's a pretty good job.
When we go shooting on Thursdays, we shoot a few rounds of skeet. I'm in a league, so there's just one more reason for me to have to go out. If I don't shoot a certain number of birds (no, not real ones - clay discs) by a certain date, I'm disqualified. It's not like I'll win anything, either, because I'm not as good at skeet as I am good old fashioned muzzle-loading. It probably wouldn't be so bad if there was anyone my age out at the club. Instead, I get to spend 4 hours chilling with old dudes. In their defense, they do tell good stories, but it still is a bit boring.

Hmm....that was weird. 3 or 4 police-looking dudes just walked into my mom's classroom, and did some funky inspection. They apologized, because they didn't think anyone was in here, but they went on with the inspection. I think it had something to do with fire safety, but I wasn't really paying attention. The one guy, who didn't seem to have any purpose, had on a utility-belt type thing, and a bullet proof vest. I'm sure he was just afraid to have to be near us dangerous middle school kids...haahaa.
Well, I'm going to go shoot now. Wish me luck!

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

UBR (Unfocused Blogger Rambling)

Hey, I'm just chilling in my mom's classroom before I get my allergy shots. I feel that familiar urge to post on here, and I have the Internet at my disposal, so this is what you get.

First order of business: a question. I'm not sure what the commenter, C. Bowie Photography, was referring to when he said he was confused, so I'll answer a number of possible confusing things. If you were confused by my gratuitous use of the word "follow", then I'm afraid I can't help you out. If it was the whole question answer-thingy, I was answering something asked in a comment on my recent slideshow post about how I found someone's blog. Finally, if you were confused by the fact I am getting freaked out by the amount of music on my MP3, I don't know what to tell you. My Apologies. I hope these answers helped.

You know, I've been feeling bad lately that I haven't been posting as much as usual. Between reading webcomics, other blogs, and IMing friends, I haven't had a very open schedule. Plus, my Internet time has been reduced, so I have even less time to accomplish all other priorities. Talk about Mission: Impossible...

So, I got a bunch of sweet media stuff last night. I got 2 (yes, count it, 2) Killers CDs, the movies Clerks 2 and The Rocker. I went and saw The Rocker while it was in theatres, and I thought it was pretty good. Really, how could I not like it? It's the tale of a teen band that gets their big break. That's pretty much my dream. Crush Of Society is pretty much still none-existent. For those of you who are new to Boyd's World, by the way, that is my band. I'm the only member. Hurrah.

Monday, February 23, 2009

CDs and Followers

Hello, my dear readers, it's good to know you're out there. In response to a recently asked question (I got the E-mail when I got home today), I discover all of the blogs I follow through the followings and followers of those I follow. Could you keep up with the crazy use of the word "follow" in that sentence? Cool. In specific response to the exact question I was asked, I discovered your blog through the list of blogs my mom (sAm) follows.
I think I've got a bit of a...situation with my MP3 player. Specifically, I've become overwhelmed by the vast number of CDs I've got on it. Seriously, I've never listened to a B-52's album all the way through, yet I have 3 or 4 on there. I've been going to the library and walking away with stacks over a foot high. It's starting to be a problem, especially because I'm a bit afraid of the government tracking that stuff, and busting down my door. Fortunately, I'm a minor, so I don't get the heat. Sorry, mom.
It's also impossible to be able to listen to all of the CDs when I get that many. I get fixated on one or two, and I flood my mind with those lucky few. The rest get downloaded to my MP3 and only get played when I set it to shuffle.
Well, I've done my crappy observational humour, what more do you want? Fear not, dear readers, I'll be back again soon.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

You Asked, I Gave

Movie Review: Coraline


Well, it's finally time for another movie review. What movie, you ask? Coraline. I went and saw it with a friend, and I enjoyed it a lot. Before I get to the actual review, though, I'd like to tell you what will make a movie horrible. Do you really want to know? OK. It sucks to walk in to a dark theatre, sit down, and discover the last person to sit there got a little too scared. Yeah, that happened. I nearly puked. Nasty.
OK, so back to the movie. When it started, I pretty quickly established that this "children's" movie belonged in the disturbia category more than the marketed one. Seriously, if I was a parent with a small (2-6) child, I would have walked out after about 15 minutes. The whole thing was very trippy, and not in a good way. I like movies of that style, however, so I really thought it was cool. The whole mirror-universe, slightly distorted reality thing is always a pleaser. I'd really rather not give out too much about it's plot, obviously, but I will tell you that it was good. Plus, the 3D was amazing.
My Rating?
4.756 out of 5 stars

If you are looking for a good movie to go to, this would be it.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Detroit Welcomes The Blues

Hello, my sincerest apologies for not having posted more recently. A lot has happened in the gap between this post and my last, so I'll try and fill you in.


On Monday, the day after my adventures pulling trap, I went to Detroit to see B.B. King and Buddy Guy in concert at the Fox theatre. It was an awesome concert, although B.B. did disappoint a little. However, Buddy Guy totally made up for any lacking. If you asked him his style he would say blues, but I'm pretty sure what I heard could be classified as rock. Seriously, at one point the back-up guitarist and he went into a 20 minute, Guitar Hero-style battle. He also jumped off the stage and, while still playing, walked through the crowd. It was pretty sweet. B.B. was pretty good, don't get me wrong, but he has really slowed down.


Before the concert, we went to eat at the Hard Rock cafe, because we're members of their little all-access club. It was pretty good, although there was way too much food. I got a new pin for my jacket at their gift shop, as seen to the right. I also got a pin that said "B.B. King" with a picture of Lucille beneath it. They're both on my sweet jacket, which happens to be the star of my next paragraph.


OK, so when I was getting dressed to go to the concert, I specifically made sure not to grab my pocket knife, because I knew they had metal detectors at the Fox. When I put my jacket on, though, did I think of that? No, of course not. my studded belt? Nope. I walked into the theatre, saw the doorways, and started laughing, along with my mom and her friend Joe. I went through them, and they started flashing, as expected. The dude operating them laughed too, and told me to go stand in a special roped-off area. My mom tried to follow me, under the defense that she was my mom, but the guy wouldn't let her. When the security guy with the wand walked up, he started to laugh too. He waved it over all of my pockets, with their big metal zippers, and set each one off. He had me hold my hands to my sides, and I felt vaguely like Spinal Tap's bassist, although I wasn't getting scanned for the same reason (I swear!). After he established I wasn't carrying any weapons, he let me go, after telling me, "That's a nice jacket, man. Don't stop wearing it just cause you're worried 'bout stuff like this." I told him I wouldn't.


Actually, other than Monday, my week has been rather event-less. I'll update next time something comes along, fear not.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Working For A Living


So, today I spent a large chunk of my time working at the gun club. It's pretty cool work, but it gets really cold. Basically, for trap, it involves me marking the shooter's hits and misses, shouting, "Lost!" when they miss a shot, and shouting "Change," and reading scores every five rounds. For skeet, I follow the squads around and pull the proper birds for when they need them, marking their scores. I'm not really going to explain how each game is played, if you want to find out, Google them.
So, I saw some stuff I knew in theory proved today. Like, I knew that trappers were always total jerks, and skeet shooters are generally nice, but it is much more noticeable in reality. The trappers, it's really funny, will totally freak out if everything isn't perfect. Now, they're nice dudes off the field, but when they're out there, they are intolerable perfectionists. Skeet shooters can be rude too, but they are usually pretty nice guys.
The crappy thing is, no matter how rude they are, I have to be polite, because I'm getting paid to put up with their crap. They do usually tip pretty well, so it's not exactly an entirely bad gig. Also, I get paid more than I would working at McDonald's, so it's actually a good job to have, in this economy.
This whole time, I kept thinking, "Hey, us pullers are people too!" I wish I could shout that right back at rude peeps, to heck with social norms!

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Date

Hey, happy Valentines day. I went on a date with Ashley to celebrate. I was hoping to post earlier today, but I was way to excited to. I did discover, however, there is a limit to the number of times you can brush your teeth and put deodorant on in one day. I discovered this the good old scientific way, by testing it out. Yeah. We went to see Twilight, because she hadn't seen it yet.
Now, I'm sure everyone is currently thinking, "But Drew, that's already out of theatres!" Yes, but luckily for us there's an old-school theatre in town that plays the old, worn out spools from the old theatres. It's a really sweet place, and it feels like you just came out of the 50's when you go in there. The play the national anthem, they have a balcony, and they still do intermissions. Plus, with all the blemishes on the worn out film, it gives it that unique 80's movie feel. Even better, it's only a 3 dollar admission.
We had a lot of fun, even though it wasn't that great of a movie...there's just something about going to the movies with friends, even crappy movies, that is fun.
Well, I'm getting tired, and I have to get up early tomorrow. Peace out.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Friday Of Interest

Hello, and happy Friday. I really hadn't given much thought to the fact it's the 13th until I read other blogs that mentioned it, but that is pretty interesting. I saw a black cat with three legs today...does that mean anything? Whatever.
Guess what I did today? Well, among other things, I got my ear pierced. It's my first piercing, and it's pretty sweet looking. I've got a titanium stud in it, and I feel like a true punk now. I was surprised at how little I felt it, on account of the fact I just paid someone to shove a metal pin through my ear. My mom certainly didn't help, because she entertained herself by freaking me out with horror stories of intense pain.
Other than that, I played Guitar Hero at Best Buy for a while, then got a Killers CD. I like the song on GH of theirs, and I found a used copy of the CD it's on at F.Y.E. I'm actually listening to it right now, how ironic. When I got home, I walked to my grandparents house with my mom, because I left my MP3 player there.
Also, it was good exercise. I'm sort of training for a half-marathon in August, located in Chicago. My mom saw a flier for it while we were there, and decided to start training. I'm joining along because, well, I'd like the inherent muscles and strength. I somewhat need to lose the weight, but mainly I want to be a little more fit. Specifically, I'd like to be able to walk up the stairs at the college without needing to take a breather. I figured that as long as my mom was going to be running all the time, I might as well accompany her.
Well, I've filled my usual amount of space and I have nothing else to write about. Therefore, I'm going to end this before it gets rambling. Deal with it.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

My Weekend, Broken Down

Hello, dear readers of Boyd's World. I'm sorry I haven't posted in a few days, deal with it.
The reason, probably, is that there is nothing much exciting happening currently. I'm going to the allergist's tonight, then for a walk, then probably home. Tomorrow, I've got my day after school tied up with shooting, featuring a complete cast of old people and obnoxiously conservative dudes who don't get the full scoop before dissing a person. Friday is when things begin to get interesting again, because I've got mid-winter break. Friday I'll probably be working, but Saturday Ashley and I are going to the movies. What is in the theatres that is good? I'm not a fan of gore, so please refrain from recommending My Bloody Valentine or Friday The Thirteenth. I've heard those two recommendations enough times already, I don't need to hear it from all of you as well.
Sunday, I'm pulling trap out at the local Sportsman's club, this time for pay. All through the summer, I did it as a volunteer, but this time it's for something else. It's not hard work, either, so I kind of luck out. I certainly need the cash. I've been totally broke, ever since I got back from Chicago. It'll be good to order CDs again. Actually, I still need a record player, so that will probably be my first investment. I know a place in town that has them, and I'm pretty sure they're the kind that record the albums as MP3 files. It would be pretty sweet to be able to hear the glorious sound of vinyl with the ease of an MP3 player.
Well, I've got to go to the allergists, and I don't have mobile blogging. Peace out, fans.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Scouts

Ugh. Today's post has been infected by the crappiness of my most recent Boy Scout torture. Seriously, I have no idea how I've managed to stay in it as long as I have. I think if I was in a different troop it wouldn't be as horrible, that perhaps I just choose a really bad troop to be in. Why did I choose this one in the first place? Oh, because my jerk of a former friend was in it, and he bailed two weeks after I joined. My goal currently is to get Eagle and get out, because the people in my troop are toxic.
Shall I list some past experiences to show why I feel this way? Why not.
OK, the main reason I hate my troop is this dude named Brian. Seriously, I'm not a violent person, but when I'm around him I start to see red. We've pretty much reached an agreement that if we see each other outside of scouts, it's gonna become a fight. Another major reason for my hatred of the troop are all of the leaders. The number of obnoxious and idiotic things they do is so great one could not even begin to describe it. Try to imagine a person doing everything in their power to ensure you don't have a fun time doing something, and then they make sure if you leave you'll be mocked and called a wimp, quitter, and sissy. That's still not as bad as them, but it gives you perspective.
Today, there was a thing over at my scoutmaster's house. Mandatory. The first horrible thing about it was, of course, the fact I showed up an hour early. Still, it didn't bother me that much. My scoutmaster's wife told my mom to pick me up at 2:30. Super. 4 and a half hours. I actually, as much as I hate to admit it, I had fun the first little while. Then the snowball fight started.
Now, don't get me wrong. I love snowball fights. Even this one was fun, at first. Unfortunately, there were a lot of little kids, and that somewhat threw off the fun factor, for two reasons. A, you feel bad when you hurt the little kids because they can't handle getting whipped with an ice ball. B, because they take the violence too far. You would think, "Oh, they're just little kids, how horrible could they be?" The answer is, not too brutal, individually, but when they gang up on you, you end up getting hurt. Which is what happened.
It was incredibly warm out today, so I just had on jeans and a sweater. By the end, I was covered in water, mud, and possibly dog crap. Yeah, it stunk, pun intended. I had been doing pretty good, sniping the kids too dense to stay down when they weren't firing, when all of a sudden I heard someone shout, "DREW, LOOK OUT!!!" The next thing I knew, I was pinned to the ground, being attacked. I fought to get up, but that just resulted in the first of many leg injuries. I think I pulled a muscle near my knee, all i know is that it bent backwards. I finally got up, only to encounter a chunk of ice-snow the size of a microwave. I couldn't even fight back too well, because I knew the kid who planned it would break down and cry if I did the same to him. Seriously, he's this kid who refuses to eat anything other than hot dog buns, PB&J, and potato products. He had a fit because one of the leaders tried to get him to eat corn once. Stephen, post a comment to support my description of him.
Well, for the next hour and a half I had to put up with being totally soaked, continually pummeled, and about a million bruises. Eventually, everyone got tired and called their parents for a ride home. What?? It was only 1:30. To avoid having to wait to use my leader's phone for the next ten minutes, I pulled out my cell. Yes, I wasn't supposed to have it, blah blah blah. I bring contraband (food, electronics) onto every camp out. Deal with it. So, anyway, I was calling my mom. She told me that if I called, she would be right there, because she would have her cell on her the whole time. After about half an hour of her not picking up, I just left a voice mail. Finally, when I called a bit later, she picked up, and said she had been on the treadmill. This whole time, I have to deal with the kid I hate so much sniping me with snowballs. I'm somewhat surprised my phone still works, what with all the snow it got on it. For the last 15 minutes or so, I just stood around and tried to avoid snowballs.
When I got home, I showered, ate lunch, and fell asleep in the chair for 6 straight hours. I woke up at one point, and I couldn't feel anything. You could have stabbed me with a fork and I wouldn't have felt it. When I got up, I was in serious pain. My left knee is really scraped up, my right knee is still hard to walk on, and the rest of my body is bruised. My face is one giant sore spot, it kills me to even walk across the room. Sure, I feel a sense of satisfaction, but it's not enough to justify it. I feel like I've been through a meat grinder.
Has this been enough pain for you to read about in one day? I hope so. My apologies, I'll post cheerful stuff next time.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Poll Results

OK, it's time for the results of my poll. I don't normally post the results, but I sort of got the idea from someone else. My poll was a survey to see who has seen my favourite movies, and the results were impressive. Seven people voted on it, which is much more than any other poll I've had.
The number one film? The Goonies. Apparently, all seven of you have seen this film, which was my all-time favourite for a few years. Next up, there's a tie between The Dark Knight and Star Wars. I'm a bit disappointed that not everyone has seen Star Wars, because it is simply the greatest film ever. The Dark Knight was pretty darn good as well, with Heath Ledger performing one of the best supporting roles I have ever seen.
After that is Rocky Horror Picture Show, an awesome Halloween movie. I have the soundtrack on my MP3 player, as a matter of fact. This is followed by a tie, between The Breakfast Club and Ferris Beuller's Day Off. Both are really good movies, directed by John Hughes. Although they're both from the 80's, they're timeless.
After those two is Wayne's World, a film that will still make me laugh out loud continually, despite about a million viewings. Actually, it's what I named Boyd's World after. The last few, coming in with two votes, are Pink Floyd's The Wall and Hot Rod. I must admit, I used to be quite obsessed with The Wall, and I still sort of am. Hot Rod was in my DVD player continually for the entire summer, amusing me with it's parody stupidity. Coming up in last place is UHF, directed and starred in by Weird Al. It's another hilarious movie, with so many film references it's crazy. Watching it one time won't do, you need to see it multiple times to absorb the full effect. I have the soundtrack on tape, sitting around somewhere. Don't forget This Is Spinal Tap, also boasting one vote. Spinal Tap is just a hilarious movie, with a bunch of hilarious quotes and songs.
Well, there you have it. A poll completed. Check over by the sidebar, there might be another one there by the time you read this.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Music

Eve Noir, know how you mentioned the crazies you get at your library sometimes? Well, we get them here too. I was Looking at CDs, when all of a sudden, this dude pointed to a David Bowie album and said, "That CD is a Rock 'n' Roll must. It's the reason I decided to go to college for music. It changed my life." I nodded, smiled, and said, "oh". Then he asked if I was into Punk, and pointed out a book to me. It was called Just Kill Me. Lovely. I told him I would look into it. My thoughts at the time? I was trying to figure out whether to be creeped out or feel pity. Thanks, dude who enjoys giving musical recommendations to strangers. The part that really topped it off? He had on a jacket. Specifically, the same freakin' one I had just gotten. Sure, a few more pins and stuff, but otherwise the same. In his defense, however, the Bowie album is pretty good. Not life changing, but pretty good. I can't remember it's name at the time, though.
So, I'd like to broaden my musical horizons. Any recommendations? If it's mainstream, that's more convenient, because our library is more likely to have it. I tend to favor music that is older, from the 70's or 80's. As long as it's rock, I'll probably enjoy it. Well, except for metal. I've never been a big fan of that...
Please post your suggestions!

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Is This Michigan, Or planet Hoth?

Yay for Star Wars quotes!! Anyway, it's incredibly snowy in my area, leading to some dangerous driving and navigation situations. I would know, I've already had to deal with them. And I don't even drive...

So, yesterday, I went to Ashley's house after school. Alix was there as well, and it was really fun. We just pretty much hung out, and played on the Internet. Well, Ashley's parents gave both Alix and I a ride home, and that was when I first learned of the terrible state of the roads. When we left school, it was still sunny out. Not anymore! It was a bit of a long trip, because her parents were intent on embarrassing Ash and I on the topic of our dating...well, no matter. We dropped Alix off, then headed over to my place. Well, when her dad pulled in my insanely twisty driveway, he veered off and drove onto the little grade right next to it. I hopped out and tried to help him push it out, but it was to no avail. All we did was drive it deeper in, and nearly hit the fence. Ashley and her mom came inside, and we ended up having to call the dude who plows our driveway, who fortunately lives nearby.

We sat around in my kitchen for a while, waiting for him to drive the .8 miles to our house. Finally, he got there and helped us shovel it out of the gigantic snowbank and put salt down for traction. After that, it was all good. Ashley got home, I got home, and our driveway got plowed. The dude with the snow plow even threw in a complimentary bag of salt!

Monday happened to be my Grandpa's birthday, and we were planning on going over to their nearby house to celebrate it. First, however, we had to brave the treacherous roads into town so we could pick up his gifts. It wasn't too horrible going in, because we were behind a plow most of the way. Unfortunately, the restaurant we were going to get him a gift certificate had closed 15 minutes before we got there. They were still inside, and could see us, but apparently rules are rules...

When we got to my grandparents house, we were greeted well after our four-day trip. As soon as the pleasantries were done, however, my grandma pointed to my coat and said, "what on Earth is that?" I am just a little used to that question when concerning clothes, going from a fedora hat to a bright blue shirt, clashing with my normal bland colors. I told her how I had gotten it, and the subject was dropped.
Pretty much, that was my day. Enjoy.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Chicago: An Overview

Today is the day we return home from our adventures in Chicago. We walked around downtown for a little while today, and did a bit of shopping before the train left. I got some sweet pins and a necklace like Jim Morrison wore from the Hard Rock Cafe gift shop, and a little Lego dude from the Lego store. That's about it for our remaining time in the windy city.
So, what did I think of the place overall? Read on to find out.
I think it's a pretty sweet city, overall. The only place I have to compare it to is Detroit, Michigan's major big city. I'll rate it on cleanliness, coolness, food, and fun factor. First up, cleanliness. I think it's the less clean of the two cities I've been to. Half the time, the air was perfumed with the disgusting scent of raw sewage, something a country boy like myself does not enjoy. There was a lot of litter, and although it's somewhat unavoidable in a big city, it was compounded by the fact they rarely empty the trash cans on the corners. At least, that's what I was told.
Chicago is off the charts on coolness. In Detroit, and Lansing, you would have a tough time finding shops like we did there. They also get a lot more shows and concerts in Chicago than in D-town, which is a contributing factor to the rating. It's cool just to be able to walk down a street and be amazed by the sheer size of the buildings. On Friday, on the way home from BMG, we drove past an awesome cityscape view. I realized, through the fog of sleepiness, that in each of the lit windows, there was an apartment. That apartment has a family in it. Each one of those families has members living their own lives, dealing with their own troubles. How incredibly humbling, to realize that.
The food in Chicago is...amazing. I ate Ethiopian, Cafe food, bar food, authentic Chinese breakfast, Greek, and thin-crust pizza. It...was...awesome. I had planned on writing detailed descriptions of each, but how can one? It was just too good for words.
The fun factor fits in with coolness, but it is also totally rad. I'm not sure if it's even possible to not have fun. I mean, they have at least one parade a week!!! Festivals in the summer!! Fireworks twice a week when it's the right weather!! Crazy, man.
Would I move there? No, but I would go back again and again.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Chicago, Day Three

Today was probably the most uneventful day of our trip so far. We got up, and got on the bus pretty early to go to a restaurant in China Town for breakfast. It was my first time on public transportation in 2 years, and it was interesting enough. Our main event today was to go to a Chinese New-Year parade, but it didn't start for three hours. We went to a few shops in China Town to pass the time. Were you aware they leave raw fish sitting out for a really long time in those places? Neither was I, until today. Nasty smells greeted our noses wherever we went.
The parade started, and it was pretty cool. We got a good place to watch, up on a balcony overhead. There were a few of the traditional dragons and stuff like that, but it was mostly businesses advertising. A thing that interested me was the sheer size of it. If you live in a small town, like I do, you get accustomed to small parades. I'd swear this one was over a mile long!
After the parade, we went back to our friends' house and spent a large chunk of time online. At six, we walked to the El station and rode it to a pizza parlor to watch the Superbowl. I imagine the commercials were funny, as always, but I couldn't tell because they refused to turn off the music in there so we could hear the TVs. OK, if it was a full bar I could understand why not, but we were one of the only tables in there!!
After that, we came home again, watched The Office, and went to bed. Oh, by the way, the El is an elevated subway sorta thing.