they gonna tow yo car! you'll see!

so, last night Mole and i got to cross a new music venue off our list of places to check out before we check out of chicago: phyllis' musical inn. The man of one of Mole's co-workers is in a band called "the manners" and it was their debut gig. this couple was kind enough to come out to see me perform at the chick singer night last summer, so i was happy to throw the support line his way. our old bones aren't out kickin' it on a regular basis, so i decided to step it up a notch and wear a bustilicious top with my jeans, which was overdressing to the extreme at phyllis'. i don't know of any other bars that have a 50 gallon fish tank representin' "land of the lost" style, and i like to see that. our friend is the only brotha in a very lily white indie band and he was really cute jumping around with his bass. this group definitely exemplifies the emo-punkish style where it's the faster the better, and while that's not exactly my thing, i give respect to anyone who gets up and shows their stuff. the crowd really seemed to dig them, so perhaps they'll get to play there again. hey, if there's going to be a peeps smorgasbord up for grabs again, i'm there.

more enjoyable than the show was the encounter we had while trying to park the car. phyllis' is totally within a nice walking distance of our crib, but not on a winter night, so we found a spot on a street a couple of blocks behind the bar. as we're walking away from the malibu, i see this clanking hooptie sitting across the street and its driver hollers at me, "eh! eh! you live there?" pointing at the public housing unit in front of us. "naw," i say. to which he replied with the aforementioned, "they gonna tow yo car!" i said, "who they?" "you can't park there!" said he. i'm looking around for permit parking or no parking notices and seeing nothing. "are there some signs around here?" i asked, not at all giving this guy an attitude, because seriously, why am i gonna talk shit to some dude creeping round the public housing? "they gonna tow yo car! you'll see!" comes the reply right as this other sedan glides up to Mole. the driver rolls down his window and says, "um, i'm a chaplain with the chicago police and that's my spot. i'm here on official business." "see! i told you!!" my hooptie driver is calling at me. Mole told the chaplain no problem and we hopped in to move my ride. "is this guy totally bullshitting us?" i asked my man. "well, he had a collar on and there was a little chaplain sign in his window, so i guess it's legit." sure enough, i noticed an identical white sedan parked right behind the spot in question with i.d. in the window, so we rolled on without further incident. we found another spot up the street and as we walked toward the bar, i spied that hefty chaplain strolling up to the door of the housing with a couple of big ass bags of takeout in his mitts. i guess his "official business" was bringing a bunch of grub up to some alleged crime scene inside. i wasn't aware that clergy delivered. i'll have to request a half order of shrimp fried rice and some crab rangoon the next time i ring up the chicago p.d.