CreatureGrl: Tightening the new year belt with Wristcutters

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Well poo poo on me: I seem to have already broken my promise to blog as often as possible. In my defense, I've been running around looking for a doctor to take my tonsils out before my student-supported insurance runs out. A small pitfall of graduation. The date is set for Monday. Go Surgery!! Side effects include: Jello bloating and Ice Cream brain freeze :-D -- Easily take care of.

Well at least the Trekkers wil get it...

Well much has happened since my last post. I worked a gloriously drunken New Years Eve until 2am at P.S. Chicago on Rush St. The food was great and no one got jacked in the face until AFTER we closed. A new record if not still a slight faux pas for the bar. Then I headed over to FUNK Groove Lounge on Division for the unofficial 'cops and industry only afterparty' starting at 4am. The crowd was great -- if not already intoxicated -- still just starting to trickle in at 6am while the 4 o'clockers ended their shifts at the surrounding bars. Unfortunately, I was with someone who is used to getting UP at 4am to go to work so I sacrificed my illegal irresponsibility for his sanity and went home a little after 6. Although, I heard the party roared on for many hours into the wee afternoon.

Drunk as a:

Then, surprise! New Years Day I get a call from P.S. Chicago informing me that the bar will be closing for remodeling until further notice! Yay free weekends! Oh...wait -- I forgot about that teensy detail called --- RENT! The timing is both irritatingly convenient and harsh at the same time. It's convenient because I've just graduated and have been dying a little each night that I go to work due to the monotony of it all. Yet at the same time this is very INCONVENIENT due to my scheduled surgery and recently taking off so many days for the Christmas travels.

So while I hate to be the Sheriff Nottingham of the new year, I've set out to collect some of the debts I've been oh-so-meekly avoiding. Hopefully my heartless tightening of others' belts will render a hefty help to my financial needs this month.

On a different wavelength having nothing to do with new years or money, I've just finished the movie Wristcutters: a comedic love story. Setting: The special limbo you go to when you commit suicide. The cast is great -- slightly obscure but easily recognizable -- with a few exceptions including the hilarious Will Arnet and an aging-yet-still-infamously-incredible Tom Waits. I love the soundtrack as well, featuring Gogol Bordello and, of course, Tom Waits.