A tragedy of errors
I and Kotsko convened at the Exchequer around 6, where we passed the time in waiting for Weiner (pron. "whiner"). He did not appear, but at some point ogged parachuted in, narrowly escaping being crushed beneath a green line train (his chute may still be there). The Exchequer was closed in honor of its mother, and, after a wait of 40 minutes failed to produce any long hard Weiners, we decamped and headed north, eventually falling upon a Chipotle and taking it by storm. Then I went to the MCA but the show was sold out and I had, foolishly, failed to procure tickets in advance. So I headed home a broken man, head full of broken ideas.
I did, however, see a dude wearing an ugly WHPK shirt, which I assume from its design he purchased last night at the EKG/Books concert.
(Confidential to ogged: don't wear pleated pants.)
Comments
on 2005-05-08 19:29:39.0, ogged commented:
You have a problem with pleated pants?
and, further, on 2005-05-08 19:45:09.0, profgrrrrl commented:
Oh, ogged. Am I going to have to take you clothes shopping on our date?
and, further, on 2005-05-08 19:45:33.0, ben wolfson commented:
They don't look good on thin guys.
and, further, on 2005-05-08 19:58:08.0, ogged commented:
Trust me, unpleated pants look worse. Other than jeans and suits, butless me has a very hard time finding decent-fitting pants.
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:04:57.0, profgrrrrl commented:
Y'know, they do butt implants these days ... :)
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:09:32.0, ogged commented:
The more I think about this, the more absurd it is that Ben Wolfson is giving me advice about how to dress.
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:15:00.0, ben wolfson commented:
Uh, which one of us wears the same thing day in and out?
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:16:25.0, Ralph Luker commented:
I cannot believe that Wolfson begins a sentence "I and Kotsko ...." It's red ink for you, Ben!
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:26:08.0, profgrrrrl commented:
Ben, did you check to make sure he was wearing the superhero underwear?
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:27:37.0, ben wolfson commented:
By the time the pants came off, I had other things on my mind.
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:28:02.0, bitchphd commented:
Profgrrrrl and I are in agreement: pleated pants = bad.
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:29:12.0, ben wolfson commented:
See?
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:31:46.0, bitchphd commented:
Also, Matt: you stood them up? Lame. You better be there when I'm in town.
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:34:08.0, profgrrrrl commented:
Y'know, more I think about it (and why am I thinking about it?) wouldn't true superhero underwear give the wearer a superhero-worthy butt, invalidating the "I need pleats" argument?
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:48:14.0, apostropher commented:
Depands on the superhero, profgrrrrl.
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:48:45.0, apostropher commented:
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and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:50:39.0, ben wolfson commented:
It's red ink for you, Ben!
I fall upon the thorns of grammar! I bleed!
and, further, on 2005-05-08 20:52:59.0, ogged commented:
which one of us wears the same thing day in and out?
And you see what happens when I don't. Anyway, true superheroes don't need butts.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 6:38:23.0, LizardBreath commented:
In Japan (probably here too, but I've never noticed it) you can buy underwear with foam pads for butt-enhancement. Might make your pants fit better, if you can get over the trauma of wearing undies with Hello Kitty on them.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 7:44:25.0, Matt Weiner commented:
Dude, remember when I sent you guys that e-mail reading (I quote, with redactions):
OK, I'm going offline soon, and out of town for the weekend. I will assume that we are on for the Exchequer (228 N Wabash) at 6 pm Sunday. If something comes up, my phone is xxx-xxx-xxxx.
That was so someone could CALL ME in case something went screwy with the plans, like the restaurant being closed.
Also, since I don't know my way around Chicago, would've been nice if someone had pointed out that a) the bridge on Wabash was closed and b) I had the address wrong (part of the delay was occasioned by my pulling up at 228 N Wabash and discovering that there was no building at that address--then I had to go to a bit of trouble to get a white pages, since I didn't have anyone's phone number--then I called the Exchequer so they could page you guys, and I could tell you I was running late--but of course the Exchequer didn't answer the phone because it was closed).
Also, I don't think I was 40 minutes late--though I admit it was close--but part of the delay was also cause by the fact that I forgot my cell phone when I started for my car, and on my way back to get it--so, you know, someone could CALL ME in case we had trouble getting contact--I was caught in an absurdist movie. Perhaps I will blog this back home.
Still, I must defend myself from B's accusation. If you have my phone number and I don't have yours, it's on you to get in touch with me. If anyone was stood up, it was I.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 7:49:23.0, ben wolfson commented:
Oh noes! Sorry! Somehow Adam and I both overlooked that you had the address wrong. And that you had provided a phone number. Uh, we suck.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 8:12:39.0, Matt Weiner commented:
Ah, thank you. That was the reaction I was looking for.
I did anyway make the concert (the people at the office totally lied about how long it was, but I'm not going to complain that I got more music than planned--since I did make it home w/o crashing and awake in time to get in for my pre-class blogging). Some of my trouble getting to the concert was my fault (when I looked up the MCA's address, somehow I decided that "Chicago Ave" meant "Illinois Ave"). Some was the fault of a malevolent God (screwy and inexplicable behavior of the vending machine in a parking lot). Some was my fault again (it really is at least partly my fault that I had the address wrong). Also, I was late, enough that I probably wouldn't have been able to eat dinner even if the restaurant had been open--the MCA was farther away than I'd expected. So, there were faults on both sides.
(But I'm still going to stick to the position that there were more on yours, for reasons of pure passive aggression if for no others.)
Anyway, there are some cool-looking shows in June... are you too traumatized to try repeating the experiment? Things may be less hectic on a day that I don't begin in New Jersey.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 8:30:06.0, ben wolfson commented:
More on mine and Kotsko's
What shows in June?
and, further, on 2005-05-09 8:49:08.0, Matt Weiner commented:
Thinking of 'yours' as 'votre' rather than 'ton', si je peux te tutoyer--if we counted Kotsko as having his own side, there would've been more than two sides.
I vaguely remember Paul Rutherford.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 8:50:17.0, Matt Weiner commented:
Though I also have to confess a disposition to blame you rather than Kotsko for everything, for no good reason.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 9:38:57.0, ogged commented:
Let me pile on Wolfson by adding that I said "Do we have a phone number for Matt?" to which I think his reply was "Of course not."
and, further, on 2005-05-09 9:47:03.0, ben wolfson commented:
But I said it with lightness! Lightness!
and, further, on 2005-05-09 9:54:28.0, bitchphd commented:
I apologize for ever thinking you'd stood up the boys.
I'm still bucking for a re-try, substituting me for Ogged. Also, ideally, a venue other than Chipotle's, although I'm sure the company more than made up for it.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 9:57:43.0, ben wolfson commented:
It was all my fault. I wanted to have time to head to the MCA, and ogged and Kotsko were too gentlemanly to abandon me, even though it meant eating at a sub-optimal location.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:02:33.0, bitchphd commented:
That's cool. I'd give you a hard time, of course, but really we all know that it's just meant in fun. Plus if I didn't I'm sure everyone would be really disappointed, actually.
As to the question of what you seem "like" in comments: dryly funny, a little standoffish, calmly observant of the maelstrom as it whirls about you. Also detail-oriented. Surprisingly difficult to poke at.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:04:27.0, bitchphd commented:
Oh, and probably, seldom late for things. Which is such an admirable character trait, even though I appear not to hold it because I married into a family of people who do not know the meaning of time. (Surprising for Germans, isn't it?)
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:20:21.0, Austro commented:
people who do not know the meaning of time. (Surprising for Germans, isn't it?)
No, actually not - mostly German punctuality is hunkum and myth. You want punctual: try the swiss!
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:24:47.0, ben wolfson commented:
I can't imagine how I could possibly convey seldom-lateness.
Austro, I would imagine that the Swiss are always early or late, in a kind of time-stretched way. You make watches all day, you probably unwind by missing appointments.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:30:19.0, Austro commented:
believe it... the non watchmakers act as benchmarks for the craftsmen. IMHE.
I m going to stay away from the stopped watch argument.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:33:33.0, Austro commented:
In re real life persona and comments: What B said, i think. But complex, man, complex.
To which i realise there can be no answer here.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:39:25.0, bitchphd commented:
Conveying seldom-lateness: it's the detail-orientedness, and the calm. I think.
Re. "try the Swiss," what is this, the Bitch grand tour of men around the world?
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:42:40.0, ben wolfson commented:
Re. "try the Swiss," what is this, the Bitch grand tour of men around the world?
It's like ... are you familiar with Sweeney Todd? It's like that.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:43:27.0, Austro commented:
B the answer to that would bring me vilification and possible a law suit.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:53:15.0, bitchphd commented:
Ben, grrrr.
Austro, that is the weakest quibble, like, ever. ;)
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:56:00.0, Austro commented:
Well, Id say, if you like regular, dependable guys, go for it... but then I live in Austria and have to say that or they throw me out.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 10:58:52.0, bitchphd commented:
You're Swiss?
and, further, on 2005-05-09 11:01:27.0, Austro commented:
Bitch, that hurt! Oh that hurt bad!
and, further, on 2005-05-09 11:08:48.0, bitchphd commented:
Dude, I don't know from all you middle Europeans. Y'all look alike to me.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 11:11:31.0, Austro commented:
'specially in suits, right?
and, further, on 2005-05-09 11:13:39.0, bitchphd commented:
I will confess to having a terrible weakness for a man in a good suit.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 11:14:56.0, Austro commented:
mostly we look like middle americans, just, well, better dressed!
and, further, on 2005-05-09 11:15:48.0, Austro commented:
B: I ll take that as a compliment in atonement for suspecting me of being swiss.
and, further, on 2005-05-09 11:40:20.0, bitchphd commented:
LOL. I did marry a German after all.
Also, ime, most middle Europeans have better cheekbones than middle Americans (by which I mean, "midwestern Americans").
Yes, I'm a shallow bitch. But we knew that already.