u s e y o u r h a n d s

When I almost fell over last night, I thought, “Right now, I am listing like a boat.”

I thought it was an interesting image.

Last night, I went to Wendy’s reading down at 57th Street Books in Hyde Park. I was glad to be out for the first time in a while. And even though i really enjoy Brian’s company, there’s something fun about doing things on your own. I got to take a different Metra line down to Hyde Park, during which I chatted with a conductor who seemed British, but I couldn’t really tell if he was just affecting the accent or what. At some point, he said that he thought the new nickel was creepy. i remarked that I liked the new nickel. He said that euros were creepy too, but that they were worth more so it all evened out.

And Wendy’s reading was fun. She was billed as “acclaimed local author,” which is what Leigh and I called her the rest of the night. I bought a new book (not Wendy’s — another author’s) after judging it solely by its cover. After the reading, we went back up to Lincoln Square for drinks at a new wine bar, which we didn’t end up going to because it looked like it was full of assholes. So we popped into Jury’s. The wine list was incredibly reasonable and the waitstaff personable.

There was much laughing, and talk of enormous hunks of corn bread.

The day after the wedding, I took a look at the big mound of presents that we had in the dining room and burst out into tears.

And later that day, when we finally stopped moving, we decided to watch a movie. And since Netflix had just delivered Garden State, we decided to watch that.

The next day, we got on a plane. I had to take a fistful of beta blockers to be able to do this.

And now I’m incredibly depressed. I’m not sure how everything ties together, but I see me sobbing over wedding ribbons, Zach Braff screaming into a crevasse, and the blinding gleam of the Great Lakes seen at a great height all linked together.

I’m redoing my comments. I had over 62,000 spam comments that I just didn’t want to deal with until the other day. Patience, I hear, is a virtue.