C is for Cunt

My friends and I have ridiculous conversations. I'd say they are downright absurd at times. The latest in our string of verbal adventures would have been Thursday night at Blue Line Lounge (aka Blue Line Club Car).

Cunt.

Often reserved for the most vile comeback, this four letter word carries a lot of weight. I don't think it should. And apparently neither do my friends. So we started abusing it for no good reason at all.

Dude Cunt: the trickster with nothing better to do than make you writhe
Work Cunt: the woman (or man) who will throw you under the bus without thinking twice
Friday Night Cunt: the woman at the club who wants your man (Confused? Me, too.)
Neighbor Cunt: upstairs neighbors who ignore requests to maintain respectful noise levels, i.e. cowboy boots at all hours, unruly large dog who barks a lot, leaving your alarm on so I can hear it (yes, its personal).

Other fresh ideas from the roundtable...

"You're kinda cunt-like"
"Its kinda cunty"

We are not necessarily funny or clever people but can you imagine overhearing this conversation? As a top-notch eavesdropper, I would've been intrigued. 

Further reading: "Cunt: A Declaration of Independence" by Inga Muscio (yes I own this)

Soundtrack for packaging day @ Metropolitan Brewing

I actually kept track of what I played today. Thought it would be a fun little series, tracking all the randomness, letting you see how outdated my collection is. It can be a tough job, considering the group has varying musical tastes. I pretty much know what Doug & Tracy like, but am still feeling out our volunteers Mark & Brandon.

TV on the Radio (set-up, start bottling)
Sixto (one of my favorite albums, good guitars, dark yet energetic)
Spoon (catchy, poppy, sing-a-long for me)
Rage Against the Machine (before/after/during lunch)
Bowie (post-lunch classicness)
Black Sabbath (early metal to keep us focused)
Q and Not U (switch back to old dancy indie pop)
LIARS (trying to keep energy up as we finish packaging the last of the beer!)
Explosions in the Sky (clean-up)

Life lessons from a 26-year old

As someone who is convinced she has a Peter Pan complex, you wouldn't think much of anything worth mentioning would come from this 26 year old city girl. But surprise! I often muse over theories of life. Theories on how to exist, how to get through the daily grind without having my panties in a permanent bunch. Considering how the general public's a bunch of morons, its near impossible, but no one said it was easy!

Remove toxic people from your life

This is a tough one. I think its gotten easier as I've gotten older but losing friends or growing apart used to really mess with me. I would dwell on these people. I would question who/what/why and how it all happened. But I slowly came to realize it happened for a reason, we were not meant to be. I've had friends, people who were really wonderful and smart and caring, who actually brought out the worst in me. There have also been people that were generally negative, maybe gossipy or petty and I definitely do not find those traits agreeable. Somehow over the past few years, I find myself free from these negative folk and surrounded by great people. Maybe it was luck or fate or maybe it was making the conscience decision to choose positivity.

Don't give assholes the time of day

I think this comes from working with the public on a daily basis (retail & food service). There are endless amounts of happy folk who will smile and chat and make your day a little bit brighter. And then there are the handful of miserable people who could care less about anyone but themselves ("misery loves company"). They can make your day shit by one off-hand remark. You can't let these people get to you. I just smile and ignore the fighting words because they are just sad human beings and I pity them. I don't have time for your bullshit. Next!

Make time for fun

I could've said "make time for yourself" but that isn't how I operate. I enjoy my alone time but its the socializing that keeps me ticking. I have work commitments seven days a week, juggling three jobs. Its crazy, its hectic and I don't know how the hell I do it. But its about the fun stuff in between. Friends, shows, meeting new people, whatever. (Note: Two of my jobs enable me to work at the 3rd, the brewery. It helps that all three are fun in one way or another).

Money shouldn't make your world go 'round

I got laid off from an office job about a year ago, my income decreased dramatically while my bills increased but I remain independent. How the hell does that work? No clue. Sometimes I think its a miracle. But I think the layoff and resulting income cut has been an amazing lesson, finally teaching me the true meaning of a dollar. Pinching pennies can be stressful but it has strengthened my "mental spending power."  If I'm going to make a purchase, it actually means something to me. Whether that is a night out with my friends or a new dress. Having gone without "stuff" for so long just shows me how little that stuff actually matters. As long as the bills are paid and I can feed myself, the rest will follow.

I think four life lessons is a good start. When I think of more, I'll share. Oh and if you didn't already know, I am high strung and get stressed out easily. Its remembering these little lessons that bring me back on track :-)

You can't throw a rock & not find Metro

It's been awhile since I've perused the customer information provided by our distributor (Windy City) and, golly, how awesome to see who has picked us up in the last month or two. The list is always growing and there are 100s of bars, restaurants and stores in the city and suburbs that support us. Here are a few newer places that piqued my interest:

• Nightwood: the much-talked about sibling to Logan Square's Lula Cafe
• Publican: Meat. And serious beer. And communal eating. And Paul Kahan.
• Scoozi: A tasty Italian Let Us Entertain You Restaurant. Nice to see.
• Streetside: where I go on Monday's for 25 cent wings!
• Rossi's: my favorite dive when I find myself in River North/downtown
• Half Acre, Goose Island (Clybourn) & Rock Bottom: our fellow crafts people have us on tap! Nice!
• Elysian Hotel: one of the newest, swankiest Gold Coast hotels!
• And the list goes on...

Plus we cannot forget the most excellent (and limited) Generator Doppelbock, available only on draft. Here's the latest:

The Bank Restaurant, 121 W Front St, Wheaton
Black Rock Pub, 3614 N. Damen, Chicago
Charlie's Ale House, 5308 N. Clark, Chicago
Fitzgerald's, 6615 W. Roosevelt, Berwyn
Hackney's, 733 S. Dearborn, Chicago
Hopleaf, 5148 N. Clark, Chicago
Jerry's Sandwiches, 1938 W. Division, Chicago
Map Room 1949 N. Hoyne, Chicago
Marion Street Cheese Market, 100 S. Marion Street, Oak Park
Paddy Long's, 1028 W. Diversey, Chicago
Poag Mahone's, 333 S Wells St, Chicago
Small Bar, 2049 W. Division, Chicago
Smoke Daddy, 1804 W. Division, Chicago
Tavern, 519 N. Milwaukee Ave, Libertyville
Uncommon Ground, 1401-1405 W. Devon, Chicago

Love how I can walk to Small Bar, Smoke Daddy, Jerry's or the Map Room for some of that delicious 8.2% doppelbock. Finally Metro is making its way south to my neck of the woods! But that doesn't change the fact that I live five miles from the brewery, my part-time home.

Related links: Off-premise Google Map, On-premise Google Map, Metro's website

Just had to share.

Mmm ice cold Oberon. Back in IL with a vengence!

The Dilemma.

To Concentrate on one thing? Or many? Organizing my thoughts is not one of my strong points but I certainly want to make this worthwhile and not some schizoid collection.

Ideas:

• Stories (too personal?)
• Reviews (god knows I'm opinionated)
• Criticsms (got lots of those)
• Observations (of my neighborhood, of life, of what?)

I certainly don't need or want this to be a personal blog (already have one of those) and I don't want it to be disjointed (thats what my tumblr is for).

So here goes nothing.