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

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.