so i finally broke down and spent the $13 on a camera card reader, so welcome to a massive back-log of photos from london & happy current timez in chicago. whee.
why yes, i'll take my pbr in a personal pitcher, thank you, ms. kirsten.
quenchers pub, offering surprisingly non-mediocre live acts and beer from around the world -- NAMIBIAN BEERS? sign me right up. then it was across the street to the mutiny for some live punk metal band, middle-aged men sweating out covers of black sabbath & iron maiden, the bassist sporting a freaky-deaky-awesome lucha libre mask.
i was brought into the fray by a sweaty blonde-bearded gentleman, forced to dance & twirl.
below: one of the loveliest sundays in recent memory, spent at brunch at Earwax, thriftin', and taking a massively hungover bike ride crunching through the autumnal delight of the city.
now that's some effective advertising. i am looking up this band RIGHT QUICK.
now that's some effective advertising. i am looking up this band RIGHT QUICK.
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It was truly an epic weekend! I can't wait for many more biking-filled Sundays to come!
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