BACON!!!!!

I think I died last night. I feel dead. I hurt all over, my head feels as if it's in a vise. The drunkening that was yesterday broke a few people. And tonight there is ANOTHER barbeque to go to. I don't think I'll be drinking much. I think we drank for 15 hours yesterday. It hurts just to write that. I did have fun though.
We barbequed at the bar. Burgers, chicken legs, skirt steak (just freakin amazing), and bacon cheddar mashed potatos, and garlic mashed potatos, and potato salad, and corn on the cob, and s'mores. It's entirely possible that I ate too much. It's also probably why I didn't get sick or pass out from the beer. I drink slow, so I don't think I had THAT many. I mean REALLY slow.
Tonight I intend to take it easy. The Bacon Bros. are the hosts tonight. I might just bring soda. The really great part about tonight is that Chicagos very own Bacon Bros. have some really cool friends. Smart, well read and well spoken. I look forward to meeting more of them. And re-meeting a few, as some of us may not remember the first meeting.
I posted once before about these Bacon Bros. and said I would explain the name. No, it is not a refference to the actor and his brother. The Bacon Bros. are step-brothers, and one of them had a girlfriend that lived with them for awhile and she kept a kosher kitchen. The first thing the boys did when she moved out was fry two pounds of bacon. They are regulars at the bar. When I met them I had a hard time remembering their names, so after I heard the story I nick-named them the Bacon Bros. The beauty of it is that they like the name. I think they may even revel in it, just a little.

--Little Bird is feeling fuzzy

Oh, For Crying Out Loud!!

Ok, so now I'm officially giving up. He called. We talked. We made plans to get together today. I called him to tell him I was back at home and he could come by anytime. I had to leave it as a message because he didn't answer his phone. I called a little later to see what the ETA was.... and HE TURNED HIS PHONE OFF!!! I don't care if he feels poorly today, he can pick up the damn phone and tell me so. I think I'll not be returning any calls from him, not that I expect to get any.

---Little Bird is fed up

Pity Party, Table For One

So that was my letter to him. At least it's the letter I should send him.
Is it possible to expire from ennui? It's not just ennui, there's some sorrow in there. Possibly anger too. Not at him, at what he's doing. There is a difference, really there is.
I don't want to do anything. Except maybe whatch TV. Which would be fine if there were anything worth watching. I want to be somewhere else, any where but home, but I don't know where. I want to go home, but I AM home. To talk to someone, but don't know who.

---Little Bird doesn't know

Got It

Ok. I get it. You're not interested. That's fine. I wish you had the nerve to tell me. To tell me using words, and your voice. I deserve that much. At least that much.
I'm not mad. At least I'm not angry. I am upset, sad. Not sad that you don't like me all that much (though that smarts a bit). Sad that you don't even think enough of me to tell me so.
I hope you find the one you do think highly of. The one you are interested in. I even hope that the one you are interested in is interested in you. Good luck.



--Little Bird has said all she can

SkyRats

The things we think of and go so far as to say. In public no less. So I go to this website, icanhascheezburger.com, alot. I comment every so often. So I saw a post about pigeons, and felt it neccessary to say something. Because here in the windy city we have some sizable pigeons. I mean big. So I said something about these large "pijuns". That they are the size of chickens. And are therefore frightening. Even more so because of their propensity to dive-bomb unsuspecting people. I reffered to them as "Chikin sized divebombing pijuns. Fun" . And it dawned on me that on occasion these large birds are too unweildy to effectively dive bomb anyone.
Also on the subject of pigeons, someone in an apartment nearby (that I can see into) thought it a good idea to paint a very large room.... wait for it...pigeon-foot-pink. Ick. It's an unusual choice especialy for so large a room. Dove gray I could see, but the pink? No.

--Little Bird is leery of the dive-bombing pigeons