That is a quote from a very fine t-shirt.
Every time I visit Chicago, I want to move there. After the wonderful readings at Danny's Tavern and the Book Cellar, I am eagerly awaiting the trip photos. Of friends, amazing friends, mainly, but also of the long and ever growing list of oddly combined words. A restaurant awning proclaiming "Patio Beef" was the clear winner this afternoon. (Which reminds me, on the trip to Fargo last month, a sign selling "elk" and a sign selling "violins" were posted next to each other in the same field. It's just an amazing world, really. Those landowners are special enigmas to me.)
Clearly I have made it home safely and am wildly overtired.
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"Swami has gone for TP and beer" still does it for me more than "Patio Beef." Maybe that's just because I'm a prose person.
Move here. Move here NOW. A. doesn't really need to finish high school, does he?
seriously, there are good high schools here. c'mon. bring it, p-to-the-aula. i'd drink more and stuff.
Chicago is a great place. I would love living in the city, and Chicago seems like it really would be The City. Yeah, I live in the city here, but it's just not the same.
Anyway, don't move. At least, not until you've stopped over to watch the season finale of Earl.
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