18 January 2007
16 "we paid straight money to be here!"
sometimes, these perfect little moments come out of nowhere. say when you're feeling twelve types of restless and go with some dear friends out in the dead of the freezing chicago night to a karaoke benefit for a lesbianish theater. and you dance and forget that there are ten bazillion boxes that have yet to be packed and that you'd rather spend six years in a popcorn factory than pack them just now. instead you act eight kinds of silly and drag your sleepily stumbling self home through the snow drifts in the even deader dead of night, hearing the sounds of bee's janis joplin lilting gently on the wind. whenever i forget how i love this city, there it is again. all quirky beautiful.