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Half-an-hour more of the glorious Fourth and Monshu is celebrating what makes this country great:
Breakfast anytime. He's eating up the last two waffles.
It was a really good day, even if not everything went to plan. Monshu had me working on scrolls and seals in the early afternoon (massive new acquisitions over the past week), so it was almost three before I got rolling. I decided to pay a visit to Nuphy, which sucked up a chunk of time (thank you, unairconditioned Roosevelt bus!), though it was worth it. I was there when they attempted to wean him off the respirator. He was fine for a while, but after a half hour, as his oxygenation plunged, they put him back on. Small steps, small steps.
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mollpeartree and princeofcairo's barbecue. spookyfruit ducked out to throw some brats on the grill for me while princeofcairo made me a "kamiquasi" and e. buttonholed me for a Nuphy Report. She'd baked a tres leches cake memorialising the recent Supreme Court decision (pink inside with the Lone Star State on top!) with me in mind. If that all wasn't enough to make me feel as welcome as a Canadian air mass in August, princeofcairo restrained himself from coming at me with a broken beer bottle when I gratuitously ragged on David Letterman. (Them Southerners is so polite!)
I did get fireworks in the evening--though not as I'd anticipated. Rather than seeing them from Monshu's deck, I watched them explode over Navy Pier withbunj and e. as we inched up LSD. The entire right lane, from the Museum Campus to Lake Point Tower, was parked cars. Seriously, it was like a mile-long tailgate party. What, this city arrests dipshit peaceniks by the paddyload but can't spare a single squad car to ticket life-endangering idiots? (Not to mention that we'd make money off the idiots, whereas the dipshits have been nothing but an unnecessary drain on the public purse, since the police here are two damn prideful to admit they made a mistake--or, rather, several hundred mistakes.)
But I digress. One hour of traffic later, I stumbled in to find Monshu, Rubeus, and ottr4bear still up and talking. So a very full day, but a good one. Meat, heat, and friends who can't be beat. Ain't bein' American grand?
Breakfast anytime. He's eating up the last two waffles.
It was a really good day, even if not everything went to plan. Monshu had me working on scrolls and seals in the early afternoon (massive new acquisitions over the past week), so it was almost three before I got rolling. I decided to pay a visit to Nuphy, which sucked up a chunk of time (thank you, unairconditioned Roosevelt bus!), though it was worth it. I was there when they attempted to wean him off the respirator. He was fine for a while, but after a half hour, as his oxygenation plunged, they put him back on. Small steps, small steps.
Lovely reception at
mollpeartree and princeofcairo's barbecue. spookyfruit ducked out to throw some brats on the grill for me while princeofcairo made me a "kamiquasi" and e. buttonholed me for a Nuphy Report. She'd baked a tres leches cake memorialising the recent Supreme Court decision (pink inside with the Lone Star State on top!) with me in mind. If that all wasn't enough to make me feel as welcome as a Canadian air mass in August, princeofcairo restrained himself from coming at me with a broken beer bottle when I gratuitously ragged on David Letterman. (Them Southerners is so polite!)I did get fireworks in the evening--though not as I'd anticipated. Rather than seeing them from Monshu's deck, I watched them explode over Navy Pier with
bunj and e. as we inched up LSD. The entire right lane, from the Museum Campus to Lake Point Tower, was parked cars. Seriously, it was like a mile-long tailgate party. What, this city arrests dipshit peaceniks by the paddyload but can't spare a single squad car to ticket life-endangering idiots? (Not to mention that we'd make money off the idiots, whereas the dipshits have been nothing but an unnecessary drain on the public purse, since the police here are two damn prideful to admit they made a mistake--or, rather, several hundred mistakes.)But I digress. One hour of traffic later, I stumbled in to find Monshu, Rubeus, and ottr4bear still up and talking. So a very full day, but a good one. Meat, heat, and friends who can't be beat. Ain't bein' American grand?