Sandbar

I accidentally discovered a hidden gem in Brookfield last night. I got lost like always and stumbled across the Sandbar which is a tiki bar and restaurant. They have Creole food and DELICIOUS drinks. Their beer selection is awesome too. The inside of it is absolutely charming. It's very cozy and it has a small stage for the live music on the weekends.

I recommend this place to anyone. Laura, if you read this, that Rockabilly band is going to be playing there on Sept. 1st.

The address is 3733 Grand Blvd and it's in Brookfield.

Lisa is back in town tonight and we might head out there tonight for some drinks and live tunes!

I had a Mai Tai and an Oberon wheat beer from Michigan. The kitchen was closed when we got there yesterday, but one of the bartenders overheard us say we worked at Rascals and brought us this goat cheese appetizer on the house. OMG it was divine.

Anyway, you get the point, I like the place. Go check it out!

QOTD
"Do you ever get that pain that shoots from your leg and then it goes to your butt and then it goes to your poonani?"
-Tonia-

"Pardon Me, I'll Never Be the Same"

I'm dying to go see "Corteo," Cirque du Solei's show about the clown that fantasizes about what his funeral would be like. He thinks about who would come to his funeral...he imagines old friends, old lovers. It sounds very interesting because I'm sure everybody has thought about that at least once in their lives. I know I've thought about it several times...and the list of people I imagine would be there changes often. If there's one lesson life LOVES to teach me over and over again is that people may come, yes, but they go just as easily.

Part of me wants to avoid attachment to anyone anymore. But the other, more prominent side of me says that's just a phase. It always is. That frustration always passes and opens new doors. On a more positive note, I've been getting closer to some people in my life that have been there all along, but I never got the chance to thoroughly enjoy.

Just yesterday, I had a conversation with my friend Hector. He was very easy to talk to. From that conversation, I learned how dangerous blind trust is for a lot of people, including myself. We discussed how putting faith in the wrong people takes its toll on you.
I spent a half hour being lazy with Kate. She calls and visits often and she has NO IDEA how much that means to me. She's been there through some big changes in my life recently. In spending time with her, I've learned that God never leaves you alone.
At night Dredle and I had mojitos and bullshitted about everything. It was fun to be out making fun of the public once again. That kid is one of the best friends anyone could ever ask for.
Many nights, I sit out with Carmen and we speak bluntly, at times emotionally, about our wounds, about life lessons, about the reality that never leaves, even when we wish for things to turn out a certain way. From her I learned to live for myself, and no one else. AND GODDAM IS THAT LIBERATING!

So anyway, yeah, I want to see Corteo. ;p

Oh, before I go, has anyone seen that commercial with the VERRRRY old man (probably in his mid-hundreds) named Isadore Berenstein who's a lawyer and talks with a lisp? "Let my 40 yearth exthperienth...." LMAO. Fucking hilarious.
He dies peacefully mid-commercial. just kidding.

QOTD
"I was gonna call you from work to tell you that the mosquitos bit me too. I was working and then I realized that the mosquitos got me in the ass!"
-Carmen-

"You know you've watched a really good movie when it ends and you're like 'MAN that was good!"
-Hector-
(LMAO I LOVE THIS ONE!!! )

An Update

Yes, the heat is ridiculous, but I'd rather have this than the frigidity of Chicago winters. Note to self: Just because an a.c. costs $89.99 at every Mexican's favorite HOME DEPOT, it doesn't mean that I can consider it a steal and proclaim: "YOINK!" as I hurry to the cash register.

I moved out of my parent's house for a month while my sister and her children make my room their own. I've been out for 2 days, and it's bliss. It's been a pain in the ass hauling everything upstairs to the room I'm staying in, but even more of a pain in the ass is the piece of shit a.c. I thought was a steal. HEAT RISES. STUPID A.C. WHOSE VENT ONLY BLOWS UP! STUPID EVERYTHING!!!

Aside from the heat, I love the room. Carmen helped me assemble my bed and Kate helped me with hauling heavy objects. For 2 small chicks, those two are mighty and I'll never piss em off cause they'll beat me in a fight.

As you can imagine, my momma was a little upset about me leaving because she's Mexican and a child moving out before getting married is considered a STUPID AMERICAN THING. Ask any of your foreign friends, they'll fill you in. I would but the keyboard I'm using to type this really blows and I don't feel like using it much anymore. Anyway, I took her to dinner, told her I loved her, and it all worked out. If I know Mendez girls, I know that food is the way to their hearts...or...it's just a good way to get them to not be mad at you.

I went swimming with the Westchester peeps last night at Big Booty Ho's house. It was still in the high 80's and it was soooo much fun.

Ok, you've been updated. Stay cool mah babies!!!

QOTD
"I like to fake that I like fitness."
-Kake-