The Circus Is In Town

And you should go! Seriously! I'm not talking about that lame Weed street ex-nightclub, nor am I referring to the Saturday-night patronage of Rush Street, I mean the real circus - Ringling Bros/Barnum & Bailey, baby. While I'm not certain that it can legitimately be called the "Greatest show on earth" (a friend pointed out, and I agree, that to really be the greatest show on earth, you've got to serve beer), it's more fun than you remember, and they've updated it with some cool technical effects. Cap the night off with dinner in the bar at O'Brien's on Wells Street (listening to their jazzy lounge band) -- as Garron and I recently did -- and you've got a mellow PG evening that won't leave you with a headache the next morning -- perfect for the holiday season, since all that family time can be headache enough.

Things You Should Know...

Before you buy a condo in Chicago: all these little town houses have ridiculously small hallways, entries, and stairs. Seriously, go measure, and you will find that each of these areas in your fabulous urban apartment/condo is probably short of the surburban house you grew up in by 8-12 inches. (And we all know 8-12 inches is a LOT.)

Why am I bringing this up? Because I just bought a new refridgerator, of the stainless steel variety that is de rigeur here in OT/LP. But I couldn't buy a cool one, side-by-side, because it wouldn't fit up my damn narrow stairs! And this is about the umpteenth time I've had this problem -- they got my beautiful entertainment cabinet all the way here from Italy only to discover they couldn't get it inside, and I almost didn't get my couch (the delivery men didn't think they could make it fit, but I threatened to cut it in half if they didn't, which scared them I think, and lo and behold, somehow they managed). This is just way too frustrating! If you have the money to buy the stuff, and you have the floor space for it, there should be a way to get it in your house. Anything else is un-American.

Not back to your regularly scheduled programming, and I promise not to talk about my furniture anymore.

Don't Let the Door Smack You in the Ass On the Way Out

Well, well, well... Alan Keyes says that despite his loss, he's gonna stay on in Illinois to help rebuild the Republican party. Too bad he can't find a job. Maybe that has to do with the fact that he's crazy. Or maybe it has to with the fact that more than 70% of Illinoisians chose to take their chances in hell rather than vote for him.

I'm no big fan of Hillary, but considering how much Keyes ragged on her when she decided to run in NY, he's not only a bigot but a total hypocrite. Let's hope God answers my prayers and he takes his carpet-bagging self elsewhere. Jesus may not have voted for Barack Obama, but I sure did.

Get out your party shoes...

Cuz Mia's having yet another 25th birthday party! I think the whole city should stop and have a moment to reflect on this momentous occasion. Happy birthday, little lady, you don't look a day over 22. And I can't wait to celebrate!!!

My Apologies

For not posting anything to amuse our loyal readers lately. I am just so darn nervous about the upcoming election, that I can't really concentrate on anything else. So seriously people, get out and vote.

On a separate note: please do not wear a shrunken tweed jacket to the polls. More on this later.