Hi. I was on vacation for two weeks. Two glorious weeks of sleeping until nine (or occasionally, ten-thirty), seeing friends from out of town, playing tourist in my own city. I feel content, well-rested, back to the normal chipper self that is now glimpsed so infrequently. This morning, I returned to work. We'll see how long I can hold off the eternal case of the Mondays. Over break I noticed that my fingernails were consistently very dirty. Just now I noticed that they are all clean and sparkly-white. The logical conclusion is that while at work, I bide my time by absentmindedly cleaning my fingernails with a pen cap. Such are the great observations of Jane Q. Workerbee.
Tonight, Karinsa and I are going out on the town for Team Stitch-n-Bitch debauchery. And yes, to meet up with the R-Squared. Oh, gentle reader, if you knew the awkward anticipation and nervousness! We have made a mini-pact to keep ourselves walking the straight and narrow path. This means that all references to a hit 1998 comedy as well as Yoknapatawpha County are strictly prohibited.
This city would be a lot more fun if it weren't spread out for miles. There's so much to do here, but without a car, so much of the activities have to become day trips. Going to Soul Vegetarian would involve taking the Red Line south, then a bus, then some walking. If we were to go north to Devon for its international adventures, we could take the Western bus only to Berwyn. And since either trip takes at least an hour, we should probably stay in the area for at least a few hours to make the trip worth it. The thing of it is, Chicago does have a decent transportation system for the massive size of the city. It's just that I'm spoiled and lazy and mostly socially confined to the area bounded by the lake, Foster, Washington, and Western. I don't know who this "we" is, but writing in that tense makes potential city exploration feel more fun.
On Saturday there was a big loft party. Being there felt like being in a movie: lots of hip kids crammed together, bands playing, etc. One of the bands was a quiet quasi-postrock outfit who projected films on the wall. Ted was more than a bit drunk, and he proceeded to make shadow animals. People were not amused by his tomfoolery, but it was a very Ted thing to do. The whole thing made for excellent people-watching.
O consumer of sag paneer, I wonder, did Christmas feel strange to you? This is not an invitation, just a curiosity.
Tonight, Karinsa and I are going out on the town for Team Stitch-n-Bitch debauchery. And yes, to meet up with the R-Squared. Oh, gentle reader, if you knew the awkward anticipation and nervousness! We have made a mini-pact to keep ourselves walking the straight and narrow path. This means that all references to a hit 1998 comedy as well as Yoknapatawpha County are strictly prohibited.
This city would be a lot more fun if it weren't spread out for miles. There's so much to do here, but without a car, so much of the activities have to become day trips. Going to Soul Vegetarian would involve taking the Red Line south, then a bus, then some walking. If we were to go north to Devon for its international adventures, we could take the Western bus only to Berwyn. And since either trip takes at least an hour, we should probably stay in the area for at least a few hours to make the trip worth it. The thing of it is, Chicago does have a decent transportation system for the massive size of the city. It's just that I'm spoiled and lazy and mostly socially confined to the area bounded by the lake, Foster, Washington, and Western. I don't know who this "we" is, but writing in that tense makes potential city exploration feel more fun.
On Saturday there was a big loft party. Being there felt like being in a movie: lots of hip kids crammed together, bands playing, etc. One of the bands was a quiet quasi-postrock outfit who projected films on the wall. Ted was more than a bit drunk, and he proceeded to make shadow animals. People were not amused by his tomfoolery, but it was a very Ted thing to do. The whole thing made for excellent people-watching.
O consumer of sag paneer, I wonder, did Christmas feel strange to you? This is not an invitation, just a curiosity.
0 Responses to “im vann der damnen”
Post a Comment