Friday, April 22, 2011

forty-nine party

after the game. call. home alone. off we go.

I thought that tonight I would be alone facing the new year. Well, me and the Bulls. I was glad to get the call to move out. We went to the top of the John Hancock and looked out at the grid. The lines were intoxicating. Foreign tongues described the beauty of it.

Next we went to a very crowded, small bar and met the eighties. I asked if any 'new' stuck and I was glad to discover that our singer in the small bar was glad to share not only the eighties, but today as well.

I'm grateful for the friend who knows to pull me out of the funk. It's so easy to get me out.

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