Troy, Wisconsin is a Classy Place

i'm feeling a tad worn but also kind of a weird giddiness.

this keyboard is old. based on the very satisfying clicking noise the keys make when i push them down, i'd say early-mid 90s. it reminds me of my childhood days spent playing Swampgas on the Apple computer i got for christmas in 1995.

i called in sick yesterday on account of the fact that i had a miniscule headache when i woke up at 7am. who doesn't have a headache at 7am when you go to sleep at 2? regardless i summoned my most pathetic voice and called my boss. instead of making a difference in the lives of 100 low income kids from the projects i slept until 1pm, ordered from my favorite lunch place and watched law and order and roseanne on dvd for 8 hours. it was kind of a beautiful thing.

then i talked to kate and got in a really goofy mood. i wish she could squeeze my head. that's maybe the first thing i'm going to ask her to do... squeeze my head and kiss my ear.

cristina came over last night and we went down to the beach and chained smoked about a pack of cigarettes each. healthy i'd say. we watched the oak street beach life guards cleaning up their lifeguarding paraphernalia. the guys have to wear these tiny orange shorts that seem like something out of a 1950s movie. you would think the city of chicago could update their fashion sense, you know, at leat every 1/2 century.

we also watched these two guys do a gallon milk challenge. their friends were all laughing and taking pictures and they were joined, about 1/2 way through, by two amused and, i would assume, rather bored members of the chicago police department. due to the presence of these two law enforcement agents, cristina and i had to watch from a distance on accont of the miller light we were both drinking from clear plastic cups. both competitors completed their gallon of milk, celebrated for about 68 seconds and then promptly puked in an awaiting trash/vomit recepticle. the gallon milk challenge is one of those universally entertaining acts that most groups of friends, across generations, races and sexual orientations, all attempt at one point in time. it's just funny, there's no way around it.

the big boss - a woman named beth truett - just caught me on the computer. instead of closing out the incriminating windows and giving her my undivided attention, i chose, instead, to play it cool in the hopes that by continuing to focus on the screen maybe she would think i was doing something for work instead of blogging my life away on her time and money. it might have worked.

i found out today that last week, when i was letting my Rock for Kids class run amuck in the computer lab while i chatted with carrie ann on AIM, one of the kids in my class downloaded porn onto his computer. real great, caitlin.

this past weekend i went to Lake Geneva to spend time with my dad's side of the family. it was nice. relaxing and very republican. but nice. on saturday night we went to this car show in Troy, Wisconsin - a thriving metropolis about 25 minutes away from Lake Geneva on CR-12... that's right... County Road12. the show was at this 1950's-esque diner and it was just these balding overweight old men and their wives with saggy boobs and bad dye jobs sitting around their prized 1966 ford mustangs . car culture is just so midwestern, so blue collar and so damn funny. my grandparents and aunt and uncle are very into it. all i could think about was the fact that i was probably the only liberal and definitely the only homo for about 27 miles.

sitting on the grass next to the entrance to the diner was a sign that read,

"For Your Saftety Please NO Burnouts Thank You"

all i can say is this; troy, wisconsin is one classy place.