Smallhouse Log

Sunday
"Ice cream? No, it's a nude!" -Michael Velliquette, 01/17/2007

So I went out to the relatives' place this weekend. It was lots of fun. We played a lot of Labyrinth, I helped Victoria study Africa, and we played Monopoly by the original rules (a very surreal experience, I can tell you. It took only two hours to play a full game. Nobody tackled anybody else. Very striking, overall.)

Coming back on the train, I saw a whole bunch of kids get on with bags and bags of chips, more pop than one person could carry, hundreds of party cups, and a keg. That's right, a keg on the El. That's so, so right. They got off at IIT, hauling all that stuff with them. Crazy kids.

So we saw Bob Saget tonight, and it was good. No Eddie Izzard, but well worth my money and time. Somewhat reminiscent of Brian, actually. I mean that in the most complimentary way, of course. The encore was key.

Well, my roommate is burning his dirty hippie incense, so I suppose it's time to get back to work.

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Joel responded within a day.

I fear if you are actually a clamnant to the British Imperialist throne, you can't participate in my V for Vendetta-like Republican revolution. It will have better music than Tchaikovsky.