This song is a good antidote to the dreary crabbiness of the day. Everyone seems to be sick or pissed off or both. I am merely crabby, but it's enough.
There were no dance lessons last night, so we ended up having a few drinks at Buck's on Halsted. Apparently this is the bar I've been looking for in Chicago, where you can sit outside, drink and watch sports on covered TVs. They played decent music and aside from having to walk in front of the (in use) dart board to get to the bathroom, it was kind of perfect.
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I really like how you're calling yourself the queen of sommerville. Nice touch. You may be crabby, but at least you can be crustacean royalty
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