MidWesterner's invade my living room,

They came from Mini-a-police by way of rented tour van, led by the big boss man (of fashionable idiot recs fame). Sinks tour 09/10(woo party), I dint get a chance to see 'em or hear 'em play. but I've seen 'em in their home turf and drank keg juice in their basement during a snowy enough winter some years back, we had a good time, they arrived drunk so I got 'em drunker. In the morning I fed them with a french recipe (a delicious take on toast). we ran some errands at some record stores and distribution centers then ate more french food this time in the form of Vietnamese sandwiches (pork and cilantro are secret lovers and they make beautiful love babies in ones stomach, but they could always use just a little more spice). Then I subjected them to a forced visit to my bands practice (sorry fellas). This was brought to a delightful balance by a rigorous session of Ghetto Boys tunes and pot smoking. The Buddy Holly glasses sporting Sink was very heavy eyed and his mind was probably on a good float.Hope them boys had a pleasant time. I enjoy seeing the Boss we only cross path a couple short times a year. We shared life in a van for close to a month a couple years back, we drank allot of "energy" laden booze drinks in those days, and ate allot of fatty Midwestern/east coast goodies no heart attacks were suffered but arrests were not scarce. With any luck we will cross once more this year, maybe in Ohio.

We wound down for the night, went for drinks at a favorite haunt of mine back home in the old stomping grounds, a secretly automobile themed dive on fourth street. Cougar trap and I had the English brown ale (in the bottle, the coldest in town, really has to be, it has got to be at 20 degrees maybe lower, somewhere at the cusp of freezing), the girlfriend had a martini(two olives). I really wish they hadn't removed some of the elements they've removed from this place primarily the little blue touch screen box containing a charming game titled titty hunt (a whats different in these two photos type, with a slightly pornographic twist). Entertainment did not lack I was able to strike up conversation with an old boat dwelling hermit he was full of hatred for the young, and was very happy to have recently relocated here from the frost bitten wilds of the Midwest "look at me I'm wearing shorts. its January, you lucky son-a-bitch, its good here."

Dinner came, and it was french again (this time on the side by way of potato). We went for burgers, on fourth further east a great old place with a girls name and an illusive parking lot (confusingly placed across the street kitty corner) "the best burger in town" (as far as beef is concerned this could be true, for this part of town at least) I had my usual burger with Swiss, dressed it with; pickles, lettuce, light onion, black pepper, NO TOMATO NO SAUCE NO KETCHUP. The girlfriend had a vegie. burg. with a bunch of junk on it. The best thing about this place is it has not yet been infested by the hip or those of yuppie orientation. Across the street from it there is a relatively new place that used to be another place the name of which I can't recall, but it was somewhat better maybe not as hipster friendly. Don't get me wrong its not that I have anything truly against "hipsters" not that i can pinpoint anyway, I don't know why they bother me, it might be there overly priced clothes, their pretend conversation, maybe its the often faux punk vibe they let off, maybe its the stupid words they use or the constant preoccupation with "texting" and "twattering" and "facey spacing" or the way they intensely cling to something suck it dry then move on, or maybe its just I don't feel warmth off them, or maybe I just disagree with the expensive haircuts and the fashion police vibe.

I don't know what it is, But I hope I'm not one of them.