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March 13, 2008
Travel Plans
Matt and I are heading to Chicago early in the a.m. to hang with the Design Boner ladies, the inestimable Molly and Dave, and (surprise!) my sister-in-law and nephew, who will be in town touring Northwestern and U Chicago. Plans include salsa dancing (correction: watching others salsa dance while I drown my coordination sorrows in 18 bombay and tonics), dinner here, a perhaps pedicure (I'm begging, Mol), shopping, giggling, squeezing Evan and 4,000 beers in honor of this man.
UPDATE: The much-delayed Pedicure is on the list for Saturday, and now - at Jenny's suggestion, and Molly's affirmation - we're going to Avec (sister restaurant to the delicisiousuususo Blackbird, which my Dad, M and D went to last time I rolled through town). Jenny recommends the chorizo-stuffed dates wrapped in bacon. (OMG OMG OMG.) Wish you were coming, Dad!
Thus, if I haven't returned your phone calls, e-mails or any other forms of communique, don't take it real personal-like. It's not that I don't find you absolutely intoxicating. It's just, shit's been hectic this week, and promises to be next as well when the shadowy rider comes to town.
Posted by Bree at March 13, 2008 11:02 AM
Comments
Yeah yeah!
And if you're lucky we might go dancing at a honky tonk bar! Aw yeah!
Posted by: katie at March 13, 2008 02:00 PM
Honky tonk bar? Like in Urban Cowboy? Me and my iron thighs are gonna SCHOOL that mechanical bull.
Posted by: Bree at March 13, 2008 02:48 PM
If by "mechanical bull" you mean a older gent who'll sway you gingerly to the unstable beat of a country cover as he tells you about his dead wife, then you are in for the ride of your life!
Posted by: jessica at March 13, 2008 04:37 PM
If he's buyin', then I'm sighin'.
Posted by: Bree at March 13, 2008 06:06 PM