News for July 2010

Dead

These past few days have been tragic.

My iPod as died.

I had an majestic, indigo-coloured 4th generation iPod nano. I remember opening on Christmas about  two years ago (2008) and feeling the joy of seeing the gift I had been longing for since I had seen the glorious Apple commercial for it on T.V.

And now it is gone.

I woke up for band camp at 6:45 in the morning, and I wanted to listen to music without having to sit at my computer, so, naturally, I reach for my iPod and plug in my head phones. The harsh bright light that usually blinds my that early in the morning didn’t appear. Did I plug them in right? Yes. Ok, let’s not freak out. Flip the lock switch. Didn’t work. Plug it into the USB port. That was also pointless. Ok. Reset. That either. Reset again. Panic. Reset. Reset. Panic more. Reset. Cry.  It was clear what was going on. My iPod was dead.

It was like waking up to a dead pet.

I then had to trudge to band camp with sadness sinking in my heart. What will I do in the hour and a half I have for lunch? I can’t listen to music in that time without my iPod. It meant I would have to, dare I say it? Be social.

Well, that part wasn’t very hard. I think it was harder for my friends, who had to eat their lunch listening to me retell my tale of the death of one of my most beloved possessions more times then necessary.

So now I am stuck without portable music, and I feel like a nerd for it.

You just know everyone is thinking “Pshh. Look at that loser girl without an iPod. What is she? A caveman? Has she even heard of the concept of music.”

And I just think back. “Yes, I am in band and I don’t know what music is. I’m just that talented.”

Posted: July 29th, 2010
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Hot Doug’s

Ever stand in line for close to an hour for a hotdog? I have.

I went to Chicago on the last two days of my vacation, and the first thing we did (if you don’t count sitting in traffic for eight miles an attraction) is go to a place called Hot Doug’s. The actual restaurant is on a corner, the line goes around the corner and down the street, and yes, I stood in this line, with nothing to do but stare at a dying cell phone, and talk about how long the line was, oh, and this is on a very sunny day in July.

When we got near the doorway, we saw the hours, the place closed at four. It was about 3:46. That sounds devastating, but it never ended up being a problem, due to the fact that they have this kind of line almost all the time, even in almost four in the afternoon on a Friday.

Believe it or not, we got through the perilous line and ordered. The guy taking our order was the Doug from the name of the restaurant (a fact I didn’t realize until we were out of the restaurant, and in the car again). I ordered The Dog which is described as “Chicago-Style Hot Dog with all the trimmings: ’nuff said”. “All the trimmings” means yellow mustard, caramelized onions, relish (which was unnaturally neon green, but tasty), tomatoes, a pickle (half of a full sized dill pickle, just about as big as the hotdog), and celery salt. I was expecting this to be good, and it really was. I have no idea how they make a hotdog, especially with those random toppings, taste so good, but it does.

But wait, there’s more! Not only did this hotdog completely fill me up, we also ordered duck fat fries (something only available on Fridays and Saturdays) which we good enough to eat without ketchup.

I think Doug must have an obsession with ducks because we also ordered something to share, and I’m glad we shared, because it was insanely rich. Foie Gras and Sauternes Duck Sausage with Truffle Aioli, Foie Gras Mousse and Fleur de Sel – a nine dollar  hotdog. And with this, I didn’t know what to expect, but it was good, but completely different than anything else I had ever tasted. The foie gras (duck liver) was surprisingly creamy, and it was really nice.

Oh, and they had Fanta, one of my favorite sodas, so that just confirms the pure awesomeness of Hot Doug’s.

Posted: July 19th, 2010
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