It's been a long time since there's been anything of interest to report here in Cara's World. The springtime thawing of the social life seemed to have been delayed by a late frost. Now, however, it truly seems to be summertime and the social life can come out and play. Since this past 3-day weekend was jammed full of people and places (within the city limits of Chicago) and things, it'll be easiest to do a general summary. During the period between Friday and Tuesday, I...
...ate steak with my paternal unit, shot tequila, went dancing, watched the Cubs win, tasted Moroccan soup, saw Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and decided the book is far superior, made chicken stir-fry, walked several miles, watched Spirited Away and loved it, didn't see Star Wars III, had ice cream, and got kisses from Li'l Dino.
There are two unanswered questions which continue to plague me:
1) Why would a man get frisky with a woman in a (male) gay bar/club? It is a truth universally acknowledged that gay clubs are safe zones for women.
2) Meatloaf would do anything for love except that. What is that one thing which Meatloaf will not do?