So much to say...so little of it important.

Well. My intention of frequently posting is, dare we notice, indeed laughable. (Har har har!) Indeed, that is how I laugh now that I am a Texan. Rather like Pegleg Pete, Mickey Mouse's old nemesis, evidently, but with more of a tinge of madness.
so. Many events have transpired, as events tend to, since my last post. Since I do not in fact complete the action implicit in making an observation and thinking "I should write that down and comment on it," I have an empty notebook and no memory of what inspired the recognition of what was undoubtedly sublimely ridiculous. Still, my memory has some few shreds remaining in it, so let us explore.
I recently returned to Chicago for an event, one which shall remain unnamed and unexplained. The true highlights of this journey are perhaps overly simplistic, but to me, they were a joy.
Highlight One: I left Texas, if only for a few days. This is not to be underestimated. The joy that tingled in my every limb (truly, I tingled,) as I left Texan airspace, and yes, they did announce the actual event of leaving the boundaries of Texas, either so that those of us fleeing could now know our freedom, or so those Texasphiles unwillingly leaving might more fully comprehend the emminence of their doom, and yes this is a long sentence, this joy did not leave me the full length of my absence from Texan soil. It was a freedom unlike any I have ever known, or shall ever know. Even the act of approaching Chicago took on an aura of, if I may say religious awe, as though I was witnessing the fantastic. "Look!" I muttered to myself, as we flew overhead. "It's the Kennedy Expressway!" My tone and unthusiasm was not unlike the tourist-pilgrim who finally reaches the Holy Land. Joy, intermingled with delight. For a moment, I felt Jesus with me, and he was agreeing that Chicago, my friends, is Fucking Badass! (Please interpret that as "really really great, and bring not the taint of freud into my mutterings...)
I grinned as we landed.
I grinned as we taxied.
I grinned as I strolled through O'hare, though I tried to stop cause of some of the looks I was getting. I likely looked like a somewhat Jolly Maniac, so the concern I saw on some faces was understandable.
I grinned as I waited for my bags.
I scowled as my ride showed up on the departure level, and the grinned as I approached the car, my friends, and home.
More tomorry!
(You're thrilled. You know you are. BTW, a shoutout to my homies who have posted. Kayla, Tony, I miss ya both.)