I've said it before and I'll say it again... Chicago in the summer is saaaaa-weet!
And this summer should be even sweeter, since I now have someone to do gooshy coupley type things. For instance, last night, I wanted to skip the usual dinner and a drink type thing we usually do and get outdoors. I suggested we go to Navy Pier, the ultimate tourist destination, to eat and watch the Wednesday fireworks. I have been dying to do that ever since I moved here, but I never really had anyone to do it with.
We headed over to the pier and Dio had to swallow his rage from the $20 parking fee. The place was an absolute zoo. Strollers as far as the eye could see! Fanny packs galore!
We put our names in at Bubba Gump and were told it was a 50 minute wait. I thought she said 15 minute wait... so I was all smiles. Dio looked at me oddly and said "Wow, you are being cool about that." Wait. Fuck. 50 minutes? I threw a bit of a tizzy, but it was soothed when he bought me a margarita. That boy knows me too well.
The food was fabulous... but they took the Forrest Gump theme a bit too far. The waitress even quizzed our Forrest Gump knowledge.
I did enjoy that the drink menus were on ping pong paddles. Creative genius!
We also enjoyed that $7.95 bought you a whole shaker full of margarita. Dio likes getting his money's worth, don't you pookie?
I was pretty obnoxious with my camera all night. I am only showing about 23% of the shots I actually took.
Extreme close-up! Just look at that handsome punam!
After our gut-busting dinner, we walked down the east of the pier to the beer garden. It was packed, so Dio...
bought us a couple of drinks...
...and we found some stairs to sit on.
The crowd buzzed with anticipation. Then all of a sudden...
Oooooh!
Aaaaah!
Pretty decent fireworks for something they do bi-weekly all summer long. We might make it a Wednesday thing. Since TV sucks right now.
I really should appreciate the beauty that surrounds me, even if it is man-made.
After the fireworks, we waited for the masses to depart. We got in line for the elevator. We got in the car around 10:10 and did not actually get out of the parking garage until 10:48. Fuck that. Next time, we are taking the bus!
Dio made the time go by quickly. I was getting bored, so he told me to...
hang on.
TA-DA!
The boy does love him some vintage N*Sync!
What a fun night. Thanks, baby.
So, lately CDs are COPY PROTECTED. Dum dum DUM!
Fuck that.
Today, a co-worker handed me her new Foo Fighters CD, complaining she couldn't listen to it on her PC. I inserted it into my MAC and found it wouldn't open up in iTunes. What the hell? This person actually bought the CD and can't even listen to it on a computer. I know they are trying to protect the CD from having the files ripped and uploaded on to file sharing services... but you know what?
I AM GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY!
So here is the secret... and it ain't brain surgery neither.
Put the CD in your CD-ROM. Open the CD files. It should just have unnamed audio tracks on it. Copy those to your desktop. Then re-name them with the-name-of-the-song.mp3. My computer then asks if you really want to use .mp3 or keep .aiff. Use mp3! Then you can drag those into your iTunes or whatever.
The man can't keep me down, no sir!
Random Fact Of The Day: A crocodile cannot stick out its tongue.