1. Seriously. I am over children. And yet, I currently find myself surrounded by sleeping children. In a library. Can I go a MONTH without somebody’s underage spawn all up in my grill. CAN I LIVE?
2. International Mr. Leather. Break out the goggles and ponchos! Leather, tattoos. Don’t care if they’re gay. I like to window shop. It’s AWN like a THAWNG. But seriously? If I can’t get a table at Angelina for brunch, there will be hell to pay.
3. Trust nothing women’s mags tell you. It’s all cobbled together by some grunt like me, at 3 am. Fair warning.
4. May has been one hell of a month. I’m tired. Exhausted even. But it’s almost over. Things are falling nicely into place. The summer apartment is situational perfection (including very close proximity to my favorite bars and restaurants, a rear deck, and someone else’s cats to cuddle.). I suspect this summer might be highly ignorant with the good times.
5. Jesus, Mary an’ Joseph, but I could use a French 75 right now, though. Or a fraise suavage from EO. But some combo of gin and bubbly is right up my alley. Must accomplish before end of day.
6. And some pad see ew. That is up the same alley.
Too tired to go on about this.
Ciao!
Angelina’s on Broadway? Hey, I live six blocks from there. It’s IML season again, is it? That would explain the leather the mannequins were sporting at the Brown Elephant thrift shop.
The very same. Now I’m four blocks from there…and delighted. Champagne brunch for ever’buddy!
1. Me loves Angelina’s
2. Me might be going to the Leather Mart at the Hilton on Saturday…wanna go? The hotel will be swarming with hot gay men, hopefully in buttless leather chaps! WHEE DOGGIE!
3. Glad things are coming together so nicely…i will bluntly say I expect an invite to sit on the deck–I’d be willing to bring along my bottle of gin brought to me from Ireland if you let me!
4. Next weekend, we must get drinks (I have to wait until I get paid on the 1st!)
Hey, got your text. CONGRATS on the apartment!!!! (Sorry for the delayed response; life’s been crazy.)
Glad to hear that things are coming together in Chicago. Can’t wait to hear all of the stories!!!
hey!
i’m looking at a totally boyless summer! drop me a line and let’s get together, get a blow out by the amazing moroccans or get a few cocktails!
(and i think you’re living in my old neighborhood…)