1.) J.A. is a lame pseudonym. And "Mr. Right", while entertainingly pun-y, is too schmaltzy by the half. I've been tossing around the idea of dropping the pretense altogether; but I'm sure that as soon as I do, the perfect apt-erudite-entertaining handle will occur to me. And then it's too late.
2.) This made my afternoon. Eleventy times over.
3.) I went to my first baseball game in at least six years with Doctor Aunt, Rock-Star Brother, and J.A. (See! It's a lame pseudonym). J.A. happens to bear the peculiar affliction of causing whichever team he roots for to lose. He's got a tragic story of being crushed by the Oregon Trailblazer's defeat at age 10 or 11, ask him about that sometime. So to counteract this, I'd bought him a White Sox hat for his birthday. It proved ineffectual, but did result in some entertaining heckling from some other fans and vendors. "Get your Ice Cold Beer! White Sox Kryptonite!"
And I ended up feeling that I wasn't so much a Cubs Fan, or even a baseball fan, but a Wrigley Field fan. And that's mostly because the age and stateliness of the place made me want to shout old-timey insults at the players. "Off the field with ye, slobberchops!" or "You hit that ball like a gentlewoman with the vapors, by jiggery!" Obviously I need to work on my old-timey insults.
4.) I'm SO excited for our apartment hunt. And, maddeningly, the newly-placed ads for places available in September are all for neighborhoods I've largely written off. Lincoln Park: Too pricey and full of drunken white people. Ravenswood/Roscoe Village/Rogers Park: Too far north and too boring. Evanston: Too not in Chicago, probably covered in bees, etc. So I'm crossing my fingers and waiting for the northwestern Trinity of Bucktown, Wicker Park, and the Ukranian Village to start appearing.
What's truly exciting about moving, apart from the prospect of leaving Hyde Park and my excessive commute in the dust, is that Chicago has some bitchin' real estate. In New York, my income would probably have me thinking something like "Ooh, I think I can afford to live in a cupboard with both a light and a door!" But out in the Midwest I find myself browsing among apartments with fireplaces, interesting woodwork, and even backyards.
5.) La vie en beau!
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