We'll fly by wheat fields and water towers.

Lacey Friday-Graves and Miss Phoebe Bean have safely returned from the windy city. I talked a lot of shit while I was there. I was worried about whether or not Johnny Switchblade would take good care of Ohio while we weren't in it.

A lot of discoveries were made on this road trip that link Bean and I together like conjoned twins that share genitals. We do not like car sickness caused by Harvard graduates who can not drive. We do NOT like the band Rock Star Club. We love staying in hotels. We love to order room service. We love to rent pay-per-view movies. We do not like walking long distances...especially in bad shoes. We do not like the sweltering heat. We do not like 95 degree days where people won't turn on their car air conditioning. We do like swimming. We love sailors, especially the ones we gawked at on Navy Pier. We do not like paying $7.00 to ride a ferris wheel. We do not like Vegan pancakes. We do like "Ed TV". We do not like blisters on our feet. We do like Owen. We do not like driving around in circles on the express way. We do like to be in our pajamas. We like to listen to tunes and eat candy in the car. We do like having a cooler full of PBR (sure, we didn't drink it but we liked knowing it existed). We do not like to pay for parking at our hotel. We do like gifts (Harvard snow globe and mini rock-em sock-em robots). We do like being on "The Skyway". We do not like paying tolls but do like to say "Hey, Patrick Ewing, nice shot". We do love being back in Ohio. Most of all, we love being spontaneous. And we love each other. Thanks for being exactly the kind of selfless friend I needed this weekend and in fact, this whole week. I salute you.

"Purrrrrrrrfect". If you know, you know, and that makes me happy.

Will the weekend ahead be as nuts? Pussyfoot practice on Wednesday. Honkeytonk Damnation (Aaron Weiss is my physical dreamboat, heart-go-throb) and Wailin' Elroys on Thursday. OOPS! I guess there is no This Moment/Human Eye show on Friday so I may get a break! Unless someone wants to make plans in which case, I am sooooo down for it! Tom's birthday BBQ to Benny Penney's house warming BACK to Tom's birthday BBQ on Saturday. Pussyfoot practice on Sunday. Will I survive the insantiy or mutate into a Communist lovin' Mantis? Stay tuned for more details. Your local news is next.