Mar 23, 2006 19:50
Chokay. I'm back from Chicago, which was tremendously fun, especially since I got to go with the amply racked Mooly and the lovely if spacey Katherine. We shopped until we literally dropped, then shopped some more, hung out with the boyz in the city, and ate really expensive, really confusing Indian food. Somewhere in there I also hopped a fence at Soldier Field.
Now that I'm back home, I'm having minor inner-city withdrawl, feeling the urge to hail a cab on Ardmore and pining for the workout room at the Courtyard Marriot but making do with the streets of Bexley and Kate's attic. My buns and thighs are extremely sore, and my abs are spectacular. Maybe working out isn't the hell I envisioned. Oh, wait, it is.
Today I went to the Short North with Dana and Zak Fein (back from costa rica!), and I bought a type writer, which was a very exciting purchase. I can't wait to get some ink and get that mother working. We also went to Whole World, which looks very tasty. I'll have to go back and get something next time. Mmmm, those cookies looked divine.
Jenny Fields once categorized us as Externals, Internals, and Vital Organs. But in the world according to Garp, we are all terminal cases.
-The World According to Garp