CP: The Short Stop for Adam's bday celebs...

Em & I went to the Stort Stop for Adam's birthday celebrations. There was a man, dressed mostly in white, with a black studded belt and white handkercheifs/towels/bandanas hanging from his belt loops. Those hanging strands of various cloth did not serve any purpose except for looking pretty rad when the guy would skip-dance-gallop-sway on the dance floor. He was a crazy dancer who peaked right around a Bruce Springsteen song. The description of the man has no point, really.
The picture you see here is one that I took while Em was getting more quarters so that we could play tabletop Miss Pacman. I turned and saw this Elvis pinball machine.
Lord knows why I would be nostalgic or emotional over a pinball machine, but they used to have one at Rainbo Club in Chicago. I used to go to that bar at least once a week if I was in town. James The arse used to play that game incessantly if we were there. During those times, I thanked whoever brought that pinball game into that bar because sometimes those were the only solitary (solo in a bar full of people?) moments I got. In lighter memories, Rachel would always play the game too. And it was just comforting to turn and see it was there. I miss Rainbo. Not just the bar, the 'tenders, music, photobooth, sometimes-rad-sometimes-ick art on the walls, or the locals both good and the most annoying you'll ever meet... but all of it wrapped up in one!
This room at The Short Stop where this picture was shot... it smells of farts.