ani's house gets broken into by a scary man...metaphorical, or no?

Feb 27, 2005 19:28

Yesterday was lovely and beautiful. The amazing Jessie* drove our booties to Chicago, brought us pad thai with lots of spice for the road, remained cool headed in trying traffic, and dressed real smart. We proceeded to attend a splendid concert in a gorgeous old theater, full of punky, funky, ani difranco fans, and got to sit very, tremendously high up in rafter seats like little pigeons. Riding down Michigan Ave felt terribly romantic to me, and the pretty white christmas lights on the trees almost put me over the edge.



I love riding in cars at night. I also like pretty violin music with whistling, like the kind provided by one of the preformers last night, Andrew Bird.



Riding in the car late late at night and splurging on gas station crap food is one thing that will almost guarenteedly make me happy. Especially if pretty violin music and whistling is part of the experiance.

I made pancake-scones this morning and tried to put them in the toaster this evening. They got stuck and burned, and now our apartment smells like burnt pancake-scone.
Just thought you should know.
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