So Chicago was probably the best trip I've ever taken and it was hilarious. It was cicada season, the ones that come up every seventeen years and people were going crazy and dressing up as bugs. Ladybugs, bees, cicadas, and by the way people were known to dress as two distinct types of cicadas which we were all taught to tell apart from each other.
Saturday was hot, Sunday was freezing, Lamb is delicious, fried chicken Monday. I got a swan and a fair amount of drinking. Job interview, I got to walk around Michigan Ave by myself. Really nice shoes, quality time, Farmers Market, best granola bars I've had in my life and then a hot dog at the zoo that only my picture of it will describe. Incredible and I took so many pictures. Thursday was North Ave and wind that we couldn't see through and it was still hot, and people were being pussies but the dogs got to go for a walk. Friday fantastic miracle mile all day and then dinner with Nan and Grandma. Not as much spunk as Nan used to have, walking faster than sexy shoes.
Saturday we took a trip to the burbs and I got a migraine in the biggest mall I've ever seen. In my life. It was still fun. Got ditched for bowling but it worked out okay and Karen bruised my back, nice pairing with the stab mark in my leg from the cat and the slice from the ferrets. My babies. Dog bit my arm playing in the yard and then Bernie actually broke skin on Eric on Sunday. Got to see Jason puke and then eat dessert. Kristine declined. The rest of us ate it and it was delightful. Cigarettes and martinis go down easier for some of us than others. Lesson learned. Played in the park, went to Kaze, film taken of that one. Sushi not so bad as I feared. Apparently just here.
I've been back for just about a week. The city is my love, the rats like diapers and I hate rats, but the birds made me cry. Flat is so cool even though hills are still pretty, but pretty for the pretty, flat is for walking. I so prefer the fun of the city to the bickering and the misinterpretations you can only hope you're hearing here. And yet nothing is wrong with ears or understanding and people just need to let it go.
...he doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is.
How can he be saved?