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December 28, 2003
So many good things from last weekend.
oh my god. I just finished reeling from a fabulous weekend with friends to launch into a holiday week/weekend that pushed the limits of too many good times to do justice. although I'll give it a good pathetic try with yet another laundry-list:
- movie night with the surprisingly non-geeky co-workers: If you have a few hours to see a movie that isn't fantasy, isn't romantic comedy, isn't jewsploitation, see Jim Sheridan's In America - the performances, the irishness, the financial insecurity, the romantic theatrics, all had me spellbound. moved, even.
- Burlesque with a boy: impromptu theatre-going with Ray who serendipitously provided an extra ticket to the Lavender Cabaret just when I was wondering what I was going to do with my friday night. Now, I've been to many burlesques before - sometimes, the ladies tall and slender and eventually "strip tease" becomes "strip naked", other times, they're beautiful and buxom and brassy, and most times, in Chicago, they tend to be very very casual. But this show, the gals were hot and lithe and tiny and funny, with an audience that couldn't stop hooting and hollering - I'm still a bit hoarse from the fun of it all. and I'd like to thank the powers that be for slender young ladies in fishnets and lacy boyshorts.
- before the show, we had a few drinks at our "favorite lounge" in lakeview: a trixie-free zone with fish tanks, cheap whiskey, and absolutely batty old ladies who knit at the bar and swear softly to themselves or sway dangerously off the stool while singing off-key at the top of their tiny aged lungs. Strangely enough, when we adjourned to Hala Kahiki later, we both found ourselves comparing the patrons of the two establishments - aged drunks and eastern european drunks are difficult to distinguish when you're so tipsy you're nearly falling off your chair.
- house sitting rocks. especially if they have a perfect bathtub. feels like coming home, being in andersonville. I've missed my little neighborhood - the Hopleaf, Andie's, Boost, Kopi, the little antique stores, and, of course, Rosehill. I've got pale imitators in park ridge, of corpse, but it's just not the same. I'll be sure to enjoy it while I can, this week.
- getting together with Jack, again - every single time he comes back to Chicago, it's like a new city with fabulous new people - scotch is sweeter, songs are just a little more mournful, dawn is pinker, and friends become smarter, wittier, and more attractive...thanks to him, I now know what it feels like to be smarter, wittier, and more attractive than I already feel. (sigh) Curse the California Film Industry. I shake my fist at the young woman who convinced the talented youngster at her porn parties to pursue film - little did she know he'd actually be successful at it....
- did I mention housesitting rocks?
Posted by Heather at December 28, 2003 11:59 AM
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