Did a bit of drinking with a high school friend at a neat little neighborhood bar by my house. It has a tin ceiling, little tvs playing baketball above all the tables and a bluegrass jam every 2nd Wednesday of the month. Really cool in a divey Chicago kind of way.
Now I am tipsy am remembering all sorts of funny things. Like a friend of mine just told me that she was copnceived on the day John Lennon dies, and I remembered when that happened, sitting on our old funny, puffy couch with my mom in our house on the south side, and her crying and me not getting whny, exactly. Memories are funny things, I tell you.
We have a good review up of the play I'm in:
http://metromix.chicagotribune.com/stage/mmx-gsb1ndt7q.12dec03,0,2423528.story?coll=mmx-stage_heds
Good except for the fact that it doesn't mention me. Ah well, quel domage.
Now I am tipsy am remembering all sorts of funny things. Like a friend of mine just told me that she was copnceived on the day John Lennon dies, and I remembered when that happened, sitting on our old funny, puffy couch with my mom in our house on the south side, and her crying and me not getting whny, exactly. Memories are funny things, I tell you.
We have a good review up of the play I'm in:
http://metromix.chicagotribune.com/stage/mmx-gsb1ndt7q.12dec03,0,2423528.story?coll=mmx-stage_heds
Good except for the fact that it doesn't mention me. Ah well, quel domage.
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nixon:
That was the first time I ever saw my mom cry. It was freaky.
shicawgo:
Merry Christmas if you celebrate! 