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2005-10-27 - 2:04 p.m. don't look at the guy from that we are scientists band who has the moustache. you will go blind from fright. When it looked like the Sox might win it, we went to the neighborhood old man Polish bar to shout and yell with other people so the dogs don’t get freaked and Katrina pup doesn’t piss herself. LP and her fiancé, cb, and I went running down the street and found a pretty full bar when we arrived. They won it, people yelled, I shouted, “air raid!” through a dude’s bullhorn. Firecrackers and champagne, yay! Then the first of at least 4 or 5 times of that Journey song came on the jukebox--what is it? Don’t stop believin’? That one. We shout/sang it with all our hearts at the top of our lungs each and every time. cb couldn’t hang so he left us there to shake our asses with the utmost sincerity to the Polish version of “Dancing Queen” and “Fernando”. There is no dancefloor. We danced on the 3x3 space on the floor next in between the video poker machine & a coatrack. We make due! It turned out most of the bar patrons were Cubs fans and we were still all excited for the win. Like fantasizing about someone else during sex or something. I pretended for like 5 seconds it was the Cubs and I got all warm inside. Maybe someday it’ll be their turn. For now, it’s basketball. And allowing myself to be more open to things I might not see or discount otherwise. And not being afraid of being alone when I am old and in a rocking chair. Worse things could be, right? I am already so lucky to have such wonderful friendships. Anything more would be plain selfish. Oh, lastly, and cross yr fingers for some indictments tomorrow. made by: sundaygirl |
