He was a good balloon; always finding something to smile about. His joy was infectious. Everything went straight to his head, though, but that meant the highs were really high. Too bad we developed a mean streak and made him ride the eleven hours home in the trunk. Like we were sneaking him into a drive-in movie. Rusty. I don't blame him for jumping. He left him and forgot him.
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I appear to have greatly disappointed Eric on my account. Sorry, bud. I will strive for better. It is funny that you mention "Matt" and "cocaine" in the same paragraph. When we lost Mary for half an hour, and I was on the phone with you, E, she appeared at the end of the hallway, with some guy walking with her. I said "I found Mary" and asked this dude who he was. His name was Matt. Later we found out that Mary had run into him and told him she wanted to party. He offered her some blow and she refused. He thought that's what she meant by "party." But then said, almost as an afterthought, "good, since I don't have any and don't know where to get some. Here have this Coors Light instead." Something to that effect. She came sauntering back into the bar with her Rocky Mountain Bullet and was told by our waitress Farah to get rid of it, since it was bought outside the bar. BTW, Farah gave us nothing but shit the whole time, about the ceiling fan on high to Dave stopping drinking, to Mary's contraband. What a night.
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So my current favorite song is "Bus Ride" by Rocco DeLuca and the Burden. You should check it out. Great summer song in the same way that the Damnwells sound best during June. Slow, melodic, great hook, a litte warbly, like a musical version of the book "Lake Effect."
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Mary and I went out to dindin tonight with our old high school counselor, Frank, and another friend of ours, Justin. We went to Emilio's Sunflower Bistro in LaGrange, and as these dinner usually go, spent way more money than we probably should have. But we both agreed that we are more comfortable dropping such cash on a great meal than on an article of clothing or something. Sure the dinner is transient and whatever else you buy lasts a hell of a lot longer, but man, food is really all that counts. When you think about it, you need food to live and you don't need stuff at all. So there. The thinnest argument for good food I can think of.
Scott, Lenertz is going to let me know, but we're planning a group meal at the Kerry Piper around May 25th. He specifically asked me to call you. Instead I'm posting it on my blog.
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Does anyone else watch "24?" Because it was hilarious this week. Great episode in terms of suspense and tension, etc., but I laughed out loud as Chloe twice tasered that guy. She makes the weirdest faces.
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Ah, the 25th I will still be working. I won't be back in Chicago until june 4 or so. Too bad. But tell Frank the Tank I said hello.
How come you never write about all the times we go out to dinner? I'm glad our outings mean so much to you!
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