rock over London. rock on, Chicago.

it’s been an eventful 24 hours.
I went down to a festival in Mexicali last night with Greg and this girl he’s dating. she speaks fluent spanish. it helps.
it was like the biggest county fair ever, without any performance or vendor passes necessary. which made it a bit more, ahem, off the cuff.

I saw these dudes, or dudes similar. it’s an indian ritual; five guys climb to the top of a pole with a rope attached, roughly, to their ankles, wrap it around the platform at the top, and swing backward off of it. very cool to see, and dizzying. it’s a big pole, man. cool wikipedia article about it.
I drank something that tasted like a Mexican take on a bloody mary, and I listened to this band. they’re called Kinky. the kids love them.

got home last night around 1:30, and slept for about four hours. got up, rushed to work, listened to my boss berate me for dressing like a slob (I know, Mar, I know) and ate free lunch when the taco guy came.

the taco guy is a serious player in the race for my favorite person of the last month. once every couple of weeks, the publisher springs for free lunch for everybody; around noon, this dude and his teenage accomplice unload a grill from their SUV in the parking lot and proceed to broil about ten pounds of cheap steak. it’s then minced and put in a tortilla (flour or corn, whatever you’re feeling) and handed to you. condiment table is provided. you can have as much as you want.
I had four today.

the taco guy’s competition is a coworker in the pressroom, who, for decency’s sake, shall remain nameless – and also because I can’t remember her name.
either way, she’s this little old lady, who looks, talks, and moves just like a Fraggle. from Fraggle Rock. it’s fucking awesome, man. she’s missing a tooth, she scuttles around the newsroom from time to time, and she occasionally brings in breakfast burritos. which, might I add, are delicious.
maybe I’m an asshole because she makes me laugh, but I definitely smile when I see her coming. she’s very nice, her physicality (blanket term) is hilarious, and she provides cheap eats.
so she’s pretty cool. I fuckin’ loved the Fraggles. they were a revelation in that one muppet TV christmas special when they were in the basement and the Swedish chef was holding it down in the kitchen. does anyone else remember that?

and yes, I recognize that all you have to do to be in the running here is provide me with affordable food.

alright, it’s 4:30 in the pm here. time to pass out.