The Hazards of LSD

I happen to live near a particulary dangerous stretch of Lake Shore Drive. As evidenced by tonights (this VERY early mornings) single car accident. It was an SUV. The people inside said SUV were fairly drunk. Or at least appeared to be (entering here the fact that there were SEVERAL broken Corona bottles and a cardboard Corona 12-pack container) drunk. One of the occupants of this vehicle was removed BY THE OTHER OCCUPANTS by her ankles!!!!!! Yes, I made sure that the police and the EMTs knew this. I have no idea how this accident came to be but the SUV was UPSIDEDOWN people. I heard the (prolonged) crash, ran to my living room, grabbed the binoculars that are there (for just that reason) and saw the underside of a large vehicle. I called 911, told 'em what I was seeing and ran outside to see if I could help in any way. To my credit I tried to stop them from yanking her out of the car. She could have been hurt even more by such rough handling. A few of us tried to get her to lie down, as she could have been seriously injured. She wouldn't lie down and several of the other occupants were running about screaming (not really holding that against them, I'd probably be pretty vocal myself in their place) and four of them dissappeared down a side street. They showed up again but as observers, not participants. Many other people saw this happen and they were quickly rounded up and questioned. One person was taken away by ambulance, and at least two others by police.
I would like to point out that this is a TUESDAY NIGHT/ WEDNESDAY MORNING. This is not Friday or Saturday. AND it was/is not raining. When it rains, there are accidents. There really is no "maybe" about this statement. One day I counted FIVE seperate accidents. Each one was about one hour after the one before it. Please, when driving on the LSD, don't try to take it at 85 mph. You might be able to do it on the video game "Grand Theft Auto" but you really can't do it in real life.

--Little Bird has made her public announcement

The Hazards of the CTA

It's pretty well known that I ride the bus. It happens to be very convenient for me. But I think I have wittnessed the lowest of the low of bus-riding experiences go. Last week, on a Saturday, there was a pile of human excrement IN the bus. As it turned out there was a small smear on one of the seats (window seat) and an alarmingly large.... uhhhh...... pile on the floor. We only found out about this when a woman sat in the non-smeared seat and, well, she was wearing flip-flops. And yes, she stepped in it. Thankfully she had hand sanitzer and some others nearby had napkins, but still, EEEEEWWWWWWWW. Every one on my bus was removed to the next one behind us so that the bus could be sanitzed. I hope that's why they removed us. It's kinda funny because I just read another blog where the most recent post discusses the truth of just how close ones foot is to that kind of filth when one chooses to wear flip-flops. That would be Mimi Smartypants, and I STILL haven't figured out how to post a link, so my appologies.
Today is like a Monday for me (begining of my work week) and yes. I have to take the bus this afternoon. I'm bringing hand sanitizer, moist towlletes, and napkins. AND a change of clothes.

--Little Bird has been scarred for life

I'm Sorry

I admit it. I am lame. I have not posted in quite awhile. For this I appolgize. It's not that anything particularly interesting happened. Something that might keep me from sitting in front of my computer and typing. Unless you count bone-weary tiredness. Because there has been a lot of that.
So let's see, what HAS happened since last post. I went to IKEA, and spent $40 dollars on basicly useless stuff. The bar had a fantasticaly rockin night, after which walking was painful to the extreme. My mother and I bought a Scrabble game and THREE books related to Scrabble (yes, as a matter of fact we ARE dorks). A very scarey guy came into the bar. Other than that it's been just regular old life.
MINI RANT
Ok, what is it with the trixies? For those of you who don't know, or use the Little Bird to English Dictionary, a trixie is a person of the female persuasion who persists in dressing like a hooker but is not in fact a hooker. Also a trixie has the average IQ of a fruit fly. Or maybe a really bright chunk of granite. My area of town is filled with them. And they seem to come in all ages. The most recent and notable trixie was spotted at a resuraunt with her boyfriend and the boyfriends two VERY young boys. For this familial outing she chose to wear super-short-shorts, a leopard print painted-on-looking tank top, and strappy sandals with a four inch spike heel. Also? Roughly 8 pounds of makeup. And by the way, by super short shorts I mean WAY short. As in I've seen boxers that covered more. Short to the point that she probably had to make sure that her wax-job was recent enough. There were a few other trixies at this resturaunt, one in a fedora, and again way to much makeup. This one was at least wearing pants. Although they were white pants, and just barely opaque.
OLD TOPIC
I still want that brick, but I think he knows.

--Little Bird is the epitome of dorkitude (sometimes)

Bricks

It is 3:45 pm and it is the weekend of the air show. I am not amused. I want the planes to stop. I wanted to be able to take a nap before work. But nooooo, the Blue Angels are buzzing my building every ten minutes, wasting thousands upon thousands of dollars in fuel and terrifying my cats. Grrrrrrrr. Why do we have air shows? What purpose do they serve? Other than to annoy the hell out of me. I have this morbid fantasy of one of 'em nose diving into the lake. The pilot safely ejecting of course. Because let's face it, the real reason people go to those things is the chance that they might wittness just such an occurance.

Work is fun, it's a bar, it SHOULD be fun. The nails aren't much of a hinderance. And I'm due there in about an hour. My co-worker/boss/best friend is picking me up today. Which is soooo nice as it is raining. And the bus will be packed due to the air show. I wish it would rain harder.

Damn it!!! The f&^%#ing jets are flying by at about the same height as my F-ahem- windows and are so -ahem- loud, they soud as if they are about to fly right into my apartment. It's nerve racking. If I could bite my nails right now I'd probably have bloody stumps. I'll be glad to get to work, and away from the lake-front.

ON A COMPLETELY NEW TOPIC

Years ago I shared an apartment with two other people. I was 19. The three of us were sitting around, eating pizza or something. I made the comment that you practically have to hit a guy over the head with a brick before he realizes you like him. The next morning there was a brick leaning up against my bedroom door. A, the one male in the house proved that apparently it's not just a guy thing. We did not date, I was two weeks away from moving off to college. I wish I still had that brick though, there's someone I'd like to give it to.

--Little Bird is nervous

May I rant, just a little?

I must admit, I am something of a girly-girl. I went and got a manicure yesterday. With acrylics applied. And now they're a little too long. I'm not entirely used to them yet. I had them painted bright pink, to match the hot pink of my glasses. Like I said, a girly-girl.
Taking a cue from MetroDad, I have a mini-rant. To the dog owners/walkers in the Gold Coast area of Chicago, PICK UP AFTER YOUR DAMN DOGS!!!! I am tired of nearly stepping in doggie-doo every five feet, doing a sort of hop-scotch down the sidewalk. I have to look down when I walk, making me either bump into people or look as if I'm depressed.
To the City planners, get it togther already! Fix the roads, yes. But can you at least TRY to do it in a timely manner?? Do you know or care that it takes me an hour to get to work by bus? I don't work all that far away, only about 3 miles. You (the city planners) have decided that this summer was the perfect time to do repairs on one of our many bridges spanning the river. Yes, bridge repairs are good. Does it really take 2 months to fix this dinky little bridge? It's not like you're doing anything to the "legs", you're putting new grate-type surfacing on it. We had several events downtown while you diddled around, forcing us to take detours (that put us in some not-so-nice-neighborhoods) and sit in traffic for three times the amount of time it should take to get anywhere.
Ok, now that that is out of my system. Things at the bar are still going well, business continues to pick up. It'll be fun seeing what I can and can't do with these damn nails. Typing this has been full of deletes.

--Little Bird has claws

burnt nose hairs

There is sort of a science experiment going on at the bar. We have maybe 16 cases of beer that is over 2 years old. Maybe I should be clearer. That beer is Old Style. We have a customer who wants to buy it. We wouldn't let him buy all of it 'till he had a couple and then called us to let us know that he is still alive. He hasn't called. I'm sure he's fine, he's a fireman. He'll come in on Wednesday, wanting to pick up what's left. If he remembers that we have more. He was kinda drunk.
When we opened a bottle (cautiously) for him he poured a little into a glass for us (Ginger and I) to see that it wasn't all that bad. It was that bad. I did not actually taste it, I sniffed it. It burned my nose hairs. Maybe we should call that customer. Hmmmm.

---Little Bird is blinding you with science

Drunk Posting

This will be the equivilent of drunk dialing. Except I am not really all that drunk. Remember, I work in a bar. At least now I do. This means I get home late (for me) and when I do, I smell of bar. Eau d'Bar. That aromatic blend of stale cigarettes, stale beer, and some un-definable wiff of something less than pleasant. I don't really want to know just what that wiff is. Tonight's crowd was fun, not that 10 people constitute a crowd, but I had fun. We have two new regulars, J & J, they will know it's them I speak of. I am sooooo glad that they have become regulars. Any one who can get my obscure jokes is ok in my book. Yes, I joke IRL, but scarcasm just doesn't translate into print all that well.
Ummm... I think that judging by the amount of times I have had to use the "delete" key (and all the times I should have but missed it) maybe it IS time to put myself to bed. By the way, that last sentence got 5 deletes, this one 2. G'night!

--Little Bird has had enough