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enteleinWalking briskly has become fun again. I tried to teach myself to stroll a bit more casually, but it just doesn't work for me. I have to be booking it, White Rabbit style, but with much less overt fussing. The weather outside is cool enough that even I feel like maybe I should've grabbed a light jacket on the way out the door. As it is, I've got a long-sleeved blouse, an ankle-length skirt, and good solid black tights to see me through the day.
I was walking along Wells St. (did you know, there are a bunch of friends who will actually refer to it as 'your street' when talking to me about visiting Chicago? It's hilarious, and some have even done it independent of each other) and doing that whole falling-in-love thing again with the city. There were the poor sods handing out coupons to the hot dog place, a few construction workers copping a squat near the parking structure, which has some artfully-placed concrete benches, the El rumbling above me, the sound of everything sharp and bounced back from low clouds.
This is the time of year that I want to get up early and write things, and stay up late and sing songs. I want to go to art galleries and breathe in the snobbery and the loveliness, and go to hole-in-the-wall out-of-the-way restaurants, nursing a soda or a glass of wine, getting in some good people-watching. I want to write letters (on actual paper) to good friends, and I want to have more secret reasons to smile.
I was walking along Wells St. (did you know, there are a bunch of friends who will actually refer to it as 'your street' when talking to me about visiting Chicago? It's hilarious, and some have even done it independent of each other) and doing that whole falling-in-love thing again with the city. There were the poor sods handing out coupons to the hot dog place, a few construction workers copping a squat near the parking structure, which has some artfully-placed concrete benches, the El rumbling above me, the sound of everything sharp and bounced back from low clouds.
This is the time of year that I want to get up early and write things, and stay up late and sing songs. I want to go to art galleries and breathe in the snobbery and the loveliness, and go to hole-in-the-wall out-of-the-way restaurants, nursing a soda or a glass of wine, getting in some good people-watching. I want to write letters (on actual paper) to good friends, and I want to have more secret reasons to smile.
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Date: 2005-09-16 05:55 pm (UTC)Sorry.
What kind of skirt? (After years of wearing only pants to class/work, I'm rediscovering my love for skirts.)
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Date: 2005-09-16 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-16 06:14 pm (UTC)I have a skirt like that (black with no give) and I always start giggling because I make the same sound that the MST3K people made whenever the Evil Tart who was trying to seduce Hercules (or maybe it was Samson) in some old B-movie walked in.
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Date: 2005-09-16 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-16 09:17 pm (UTC)envy
Date: 2005-09-16 06:10 pm (UTC)Re: envy
Date: 2005-09-16 06:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-09-17 10:03 pm (UTC)