March 14, 2005
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I think I’m going to be fucking sick. Mark Prior is out with an
inflamation of the elbow. They don’t know when he will be back. DAMN
FUCKING DAMN! Its like last year all over again, except they don’t have
nearly as strong enough of a team which means they could not handle
this as easily. I’m just sick about this. If both of them (Wood and
Prior) miss any sort of significant time, such as last year,the Cubs
will be fucking buried. Why can’t these two stay healthy? Is that too
much to ask? Come on now, I have been a Cub fan for now 20 years, why
can’t the Cubs just have a time of prosperity and winning? Why does
everything have to be such a struggle for them…………….nothing
ever comes easy. Its disgusting. Of coures, none of this matters to the
Sox fans, they probably find joy in this. But, such is Chicago karma,
when something bad happens to one of the teams, something worse happens
to the other team. Not that I’m even thinking about the Sox now, I’m
too pre-occupied with the Cubs.Well, I meet Lisle John tonight. I was too pick him up at 6:30PM.
Damnit if I didn’t get a call right at 6PM tonight at work, which
delayed me by about 5 minutes. It was supposed to be about a 20 minute
drive, so I didn’t think it would be a problem. I didn’t get lost at
all, but traffic was worse than expected and it was not easy to find
his apartment building (he lives at Four Lakes) in the dark. I was
about 5 minutes late. I rang his buzzer and he said he would be down in
a few minutes. For some reason, he was weary about letting me in his
condo. I sat in the little area between the double doors. For a few
minutes, I thought about pulling the fire alarm…………I thought
this would be a classic way to start a date, but probably not very
wise, as it would be a good way to ensure that this would be the only
date. I waited a couple of minutes when I saw a guy with a black coat a
little taller than me and with a long chin come walking up. I knew
instantly it was him. I said hi and we walked to my car. I was
concerned about lack of conversation, as when we talked on the phone he
didn’t seem to be much of a talker, as opposed to me, who you can never
shut-up. We went on our way to Chedders, actually talking for most of
the time. First dates are weird, there are a lot of akward pauses, and
this date was no different. However, we seemed to have better
conversations then the ones we had on the phone. It was cool. He
ordered a chicken pot pie (HEHEHEHEH………..I said pot) and I had
chicken and mushrooms with some sides. It was ok, the mushrooms were
good. I know what you are thinking, and I did not order the mushrooms
as a hint to how I wanted the date to end. I just like mushrooms. He
actually only ate about half of his doobie pie. We both wanted a desert
called “The Cookie Monster” which was a large cookie with ice cream,
whipped cream, nuts and a cherry. No, this wasn’t a metaphor for how we
wanted the date to end. In fact, we didn’t even get nuts on it. We
actually order one and shared it. I really wanted to replace the
vanilla ice cream with chocolate ice cream, but they did not have
chocolate ice cream. Which reminds me, what the hell is with resturants
not having chocolate ice cream? There should be a law, damnit! How can
they not have chocolate ice cream? Its a fucking sin, I tells ya! Why
would anybody want vanilla ice cream when chocolate exists. It doesn’t
make sense. Anywho, it was still damn good. we ate it and left. I had a
nice time with him, and I think he might actually like me. I think he
was not too excited about it at first, but I got a vibe that he was
pleasantly suprised. He said he would call me Wednesay. Tomorrow, I
meet Uvon, which I’m looking forward to, except for the fact that he
lives in Edgewater and there are like 5 parking spaces in all of
Edgewater.
