I am quite disappointed because on Thursday, Al Gore (who deserves your vote) is going to speak here in Chicago. And guess who is joining him? That's right! MY FUTURE BOYFRIEND, JOHN CUSACK. I was so excited to find out about this, already planning my smooth introduction, giddy that JC and I are both voting for Gore -- when I noticed that the rally is at 10:30 am. And at 10:30 am, I will be at work. If only I worked in the Loop! John would brush against me in the crowd while I nibbled my Au Bon Pain bagel, making me smear my schmear on his lapel. We'd simultaneously apologize, smile, and then The Clash would suddenly swell over the
loudspeakers. "Oh, no hard feelings about my lapel. What?! You like 'Career Opportunities,' too?" John would say to me. "Why don't you join me in the VIP area? You simply must." And how could I refuse?
Then I'd talk with Al, giving him some relaxing pointers, a pep talk, and a Nader voodoo doll. Onlooker John would be so impressed by my political knowledge, sparkling wit, and knee-high boots that he'd ask me to join him for the rest of the day. "I'll talk with your boss, she'll give you the afternoon off," he'd say in that slightly rough voice of his. And then we'd join Al and Joe in the ol' campaign bus, and I'd get to honk the horn, and everything would be better than apple pie.
Three years ago,
Ethan and I went to see Guilt in Louisville. It doesn't seem like that long ago. I'm hoping that when I'm 40, the things I do now will seem as familiar.
loudspeakers. "Oh, no hard feelings about my lapel. What?! You like 'Career Opportunities,' too?" John would say to me. "Why don't you join me in the VIP area? You simply must." And how could I refuse?
Then I'd talk with Al, giving him some relaxing pointers, a pep talk, and a Nader voodoo doll. Onlooker John would be so impressed by my political knowledge, sparkling wit, and knee-high boots that he'd ask me to join him for the rest of the day. "I'll talk with your boss, she'll give you the afternoon off," he'd say in that slightly rough voice of his. And then we'd join Al and Joe in the ol' campaign bus, and I'd get to honk the horn, and everything would be better than apple pie.
Three years ago,
Ethan and I went to see Guilt in Louisville. It doesn't seem like that long ago. I'm hoping that when I'm 40, the things I do now will seem as familiar.
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