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From: Jason Tinkey [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED]]
Sent: Tuesday, August 22, 2000 3:55 PM
To: '[EMAIL PROTECTED]'
Subject: Missing: One Funk Motor. Last seen somewhere on the East side.
My ultra-amazing recap of Chicago is about to commence. It's quite long. And
remember, smoking is not permitted on CTA property.
Wednesday, August 16, 2000:
My journey begins on a bit of a sour note. My flight leaves at 5:55am, and
the few minutes between when we get to the airport and my plane takes off
are the last few minutes that I'll see of my girlfriend until Christmas.
Terrific. We had stayed up all night (quiet in the peanut gallery, please)
because we both had to be at the airport quite early. Anyhow, so off I go to
Chicago via Phoenix. I finally arrive in the city after one of the most
boring flights ever. Can somebody tell God to put something in the Midwest
for air travelers to look at, please? Fuck. After arriving at O'Hare, I'm
greeted by Ben, who schleps me onto a train and off to his apartment. After
a little r&r, we head out to eat, where I partook of what were quite
possibly the hottest (as in spicy) buffalo wings ever put on this earth.
Then it was time to meet Jason & Margaux, and we all went out to the final
soul night at Danny's at Misa's behest. There we met up with Laura K & the
aforementioned Misa, and drinks were plentiful. I even was able to partake
in Bill Luther's famous Old Speckled Hen, what a treat. As the night
progressed, a bit of drunkeness was attained, a Portland v. Chicago debate
ensued (I forgot who won) and then Laura, Ben & I (heretofore collectively
known as "The Window Paynes") hit some other bar, where we convinced a
drunken sound engineer that we were a major-label erotic-psych band from
Jacksonville, Florida. Nice way to end an evening.
Thursday, August 17, 2000:
The day...I completely forgot. Eventually, we got to the Club Foot for the
first official night of festivities. The decor included some rather
impressive pieces of pop culture ephemera, but that didn't matter much. The
free drinks I was getting were much more important to me. After fucking
around on the decks for a little while, Ben & Aret started off DJing as
people arrived, then I went on...shortly after starting, however, I jumped
out of the booth to greet the arrival of James Holden & the lovely Miss
Vanya. I'm not sure how my set went, but a couple people said it was really
good. Cool. I really don't remember. After purchasing some chicken tamales
from some random guy (FYI-they were delish), it was back to Ben's for an
impromptu drunken, stoned blues jam where Senor Holden seems to have been
possessed by Lightnin' Hopkins...must be something in the Chicago water.
Friday, August 18, 2000:
During the daytime we basically spent several hours walking around shopping
and socializing. At night, after Jessika & Estelle's arrival, it was time to
go back to the Club Foot to see Brian & Barry spin, and to get piss-drunk
again. I think that by this time the lack of sleep must've been catching up
to me, because my memory's starting to get a bit hazy. I do recall meeting
me some Davy Love. He really exists...I've had my doubts. Eamon & Shannon
finally I seem to remember dancing, drinking & smoking...hm...beyond
that...it was back to Ben's for yet another musical interlude, this one much
expanded, with James stomping on the floor like a maniac. Bed soon beckoned.
Saturday, August 19, 2000:
Spent the day with Ben, Jessika & Estelle. Went up to the 96th floor of the
John Hancock building for $6 beers. Looked at the lake for about a minute.
Ate some damned good Indian food, then off to get ready. Showed up at the
gallery, then, as Jessika mentioned, she had to keep me from buying Three
Stooges brand beer. We did manage to get a good bit of a bar going before
the rest of the kids arrived up in our ultra-exclusive VIP loft. Only the
coolest fifty people were allowed up. Beers just kept pouring themselves
down my throat until, before I knew it, I was downstairs, -enjoying- a ska
band! After the bands finished, most of the fun lie in watching people
dance, rather than dance myself. I did show off my new patented move, the
"Tinkey Sizzle Swizzle", until it caused me to fall on my ass. People were
rolling around, with their pants down, just being good old-fashioned
drunkards. I loved it. When we finally went home, I was ready to crash, but
Ben's roommates' party was still going strong. So it was off with Eamon &
Shannon to the Green Mill for some Hammond action. We were sitting right in
front of the stage, close enough so I could see the Leslie rotating.
Beautiful. Apart from the hippie sax player who thought he was Ornette
Coleman, the band was damned good, even the other sax guy who looked like
Bun E. Carlos from Cheap Trick. After catching the band's last set, it was
time for sleepin'.
Sunday, August 20, 2000:
Started off having breakfast with Ben, Jessika & James. Went back to Ben's
to fetch Estelle and dashed out (literally) to Midway to see them off. Their
flight was delayed. This would become a recurring theme. Went back to Ben's
again so I could finish packing, and after a couple of beers, it was off to
O'Hare. Ben saw me off, then I ran down to catch a 9:45pm flight to Las
Vegas. I arrived there around midnight, and proceeded to eat a bunch of
really nasty Taco Bell food way too fast (hey, it was my only option), then
ran to my gate only to discover that my flight was coming in at another
terminal. So, I run, run, run as fast as my little legs would take me to
catch my 12:52 flight, but when I get there, it hadn't even arrived from
Detroit yet. Once it did, it took forever, for a variety of reasons: 1.)
Some woman went into labor on the plane and had to be wheeled out on a
stretcher. 2.) A flight attendant lost her watch. 3.) They couldn't find the
pilots!? 4.) Some guy left his ticket on the plane. 5.) A bunch of people
missed their connecting flights, causing them to be in foul moods (One of
them decided to take it out on me, but I wasn't hearing it...I yelled at her
and almost made her cry by calling her a "stupid fucking whore"...what can I
say, it was late, I was tired and needed a shower.) I eventually got out of
Vegas, got a couple hours of sorely-needed sleep, and got into Portland a
little after 4:30am. After bickering with a Ukrainian cab driver for a
while, I eventually talked him into taking me home off the meter, since I
only had $12 left. I immediately fell asleep and woke up around 3 that
afternoon. I was supposed to have been at work at 9. Oops.
In summation, I had me a fucking blast. I'd like to say hello & thanks to
everybody that I met, everybody was so fucking awesome and accomodating,
I'll definitely be back again.
SMART! Chicago
http://www.geocities.com/smartsixsix/
www.tightenupchicago.com
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