I just got home from an evening out with some friends. Brian and I went over to Greektown, not too far from my place, up 7th Street. Ouzo, fantastic greek salad, fresh homemade pita, and an assortment of appetizer type pureed foods... tzatziki, caviar potatoes, some hummus-like thing with walnuts... fantastic.

It rained earlier tonight after a windy afternoon, which finally cooled the city down to a level that I consider comfortable. It's balmy, sure, but 85° is immensely bearable. We went over to meet some other people at a nasty little place called Gallagher's... listened to some brutally awful karaoke, put up with a bitch waitress, and ended up leaving pretty early.

The travesty that is my lawn has finally drawn the ire of someone. I mean, sure, I get mocked openly by my friends when they come to visit. The rebellious part of me hears, "You own a big boy house, you have to keep your yard trimmed," and says, "Oh yeah? Fuck you!" But alas, now I have no choice but to trim it- or face fines and/or jail time.

Yes, it's that bad.