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muckefuckEquilibrium restored! I was feeling mighty fine after an evening out with my Old Man when I called my sis to confirm flight arrangements for the family vacation this summer only to find out from my Mom that plans had changed substantially and she was supposed to inform me but didn't. I took that about as well as you would imagine, but in the end it works out better: a 9:10 a.m. departure from Midway instead of 6:40 from O Hell. Of course, at the other end of it is a two-hour car ride with Mom and Crazy Brother and the price was another $40 not including car rental, but it's net win overall.
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monshu, by the way, was at BopnGrill near Loyola. He had the Umami Burger, which was sick with flavour despite being cooked well-done, and I had a crabwich made with the smallest soft-shelled crab I have ever seen in my life. But that was fine because I don't feel bloated like a cetacean after stopping off at Royal Coffee for crêpes afterwards. I don't think they were the best I've ever had, but they were damn fine. Next time I'll get the "mixedberry" monshu had, which was pleasantly tart where my apple-cinnamon was cloying. The Ethiopian tea with cloves, cinnamon, and green cardamom provided a bitter counterpoint. I told the sweet old man who waited on us that I'd definitely be back for fool some morning.
The GWO had Big News for me at dinner, which I'm keeping under my hat until it sets a bit more. (Already now the story has changed two or three times and might again before next month's hard deadline.) If everything works out, we will have a challenging but rewarding couple of years ahead. On the way back home, it was as if I thought I could ward off the chill by chatting incessantly; it was a relief to come back to a warm house and a friendly cat.
So everything ends on an up note. I called back and got my sister this time. Halfway through the phone call, her youngest, OGI, came into the room and began babbling away. He demanded to speak to me, his mother translating as necessary. He managed to convince me that he actually remembered my trip down all of four months ago and possible even his visit last August. And he told her he wanted me to come along with them for vacation. He will not be disappoint!
Dinner with
monshu, by the way, was at BopnGrill near Loyola. He had the Umami Burger, which was sick with flavour despite being cooked well-done, and I had a crabwich made with the smallest soft-shelled crab I have ever seen in my life. But that was fine because I don't feel bloated like a cetacean after stopping off at Royal Coffee for crêpes afterwards. I don't think they were the best I've ever had, but they were damn fine. Next time I'll get the "mixedberry" monshu had, which was pleasantly tart where my apple-cinnamon was cloying. The Ethiopian tea with cloves, cinnamon, and green cardamom provided a bitter counterpoint. I told the sweet old man who waited on us that I'd definitely be back for fool some morning.The GWO had Big News for me at dinner, which I'm keeping under my hat until it sets a bit more. (Already now the story has changed two or three times and might again before next month's hard deadline.) If everything works out, we will have a challenging but rewarding couple of years ahead. On the way back home, it was as if I thought I could ward off the chill by chatting incessantly; it was a relief to come back to a warm house and a friendly cat.
So everything ends on an up note. I called back and got my sister this time. Halfway through the phone call, her youngest, OGI, came into the room and began babbling away. He demanded to speak to me, his mother translating as necessary. He managed to convince me that he actually remembered my trip down all of four months ago and possible even his visit last August. And he told her he wanted me to come along with them for vacation. He will not be disappoint!