5 July, 1998

Show me the Money! I love the Black Man!

Sun Jul 5 22:40:50 CDT 1998

I feel like typing <pre>formatted text today, got a problem with that?

Actually, I dunno if it should be called today you see, as it's nearly
11PM ... nearly bed time for me.  I wrote Krissy a letter today, having walked
over to Rogers Park ... nice weather.  Last night the night was full of
fireworks - I got woke up at 0130h by a loud explosion, it was weird.  

I've been keeping better track of my dreams of late.  I'd forgotten just how
weird and disturbing they can be.  The stuff that ends up in Alfred Hitchcock
or ooky Science Fiction stories.

So, for dinner Uncle flew out to Popeyes on his bike.  To quote him, If you
buy, I'll fly.  It wasn't until he explained just how he'd fly that
I actually understood, but I had no problem whipping out a $10 bill for
dinner.  Had some nice beer and a Dad's Root Beer too.

Speaking of Dads drinking Root Beer, Dad was in town the other day.  He was
just about to head out to the Rainbow Festival, but I got to meet with him.
You can tell you're getting old when you walk over to the nearby bar with your
dad to share some beers and a couple games of pool.  Luckily he shoots as bad
as I do.  It's nice to know that things might run in the family at a
convenient time.

For the Fourth of July we went out to eat at Gullivers, and were visited mid-meal by a scraggly-looking cockroach. Uncle showed this to the waitress and when we were getting ready to settle our bill we found that the meal was on the house. Turns out the restaurant is very concerned with the problem and thought it had had it licked ... now, I hadn't particularly enjoyed my cheeseburger, but seeing how concerned the place was on another front, I was really reassured. Gullivers is this cool restaurant that serves Mexican, Italian and American food - Deep Dish pizza included ... anyways the interesting thing with Gullivers is the interior is covered with weird antiques. I hypothesized to myself that the decor only makes pest control all the more tricky ... as much as they may have already spent on the problem then a free dinner for us was probably a bargain.

I wish them well fighting the almighty cockroach.

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