From this mornings email from my so-missed friend Robin, re: her upcoming move from Chi-Boogie to PDX:Everything is taking on a really thick, sentimental fog
now...everything I do feels like the last time, even stupid things like,
"that might be the last time I hear really loud reggaeton outside my window
at 3 am."
Robin lives 20 minutes north of me, in a much nicer residential neighborhood than I do; bombloud reggaeton zuzzing someone's trunk IS the sound of Chicago.
More importantly, and more missed than any music--Max is walking. I screamed when she called to tell me, but watching the third video down, I cried. What confident alien waddle, that kid is my heart.Posted by Jessica at June 12, 2008 10:24 AM | TrackBack