Sunday, April 06, 2008

Getting Old For This Shit

Deli Counter 2
Originally uploaded by bridgeportseasoning.

Sometimes I think about just packing this all in and saying, "later." Like when I receive an e-mail from someone I wrote about here who thinks that I incorrectly characterized her and her husband. I do understand that there were extenuating circumstances behind their arguments, but when I can clearly hear that someone wants to "rip off (my) head and shit down (my) throat" I'm not thinking of the extenuating circumstances.

So, to the person in question, if you're reading this, I'm sorry if you think what I wrote put you and your spouse in a bad light. But when placed in that position, I have to look out for myself. And I'm not thinking of extenuating circumstances.

WhiskyFest came and went, and with it a good portion of my liver. I'll start sitting down after cleaning around the house and filing my recap for Chicagoist. BTW, you are keeping up with what the new food and drink staffers are up to, aren't you? I'm pretty stoked.

I've also been being a bit of a social butterfly. Wednesday I'm supposed to meet up with Erin and Rachelle for a fundraiser at Jake Melnick's. Ms. Shea has been one of three women who've been giving me invaluable advice on matters of the heart lately. As I come back to my senses from a deep winter, it's nice to have a kangaroo court like that that speaks from the hip, even when you don't want to hear it.

1 comment:

smussyolay said...

a kangaroo court. i think i have to google that. i don't know that i've ever heard that phrase. but i like it. i like kangaroos, so ...