Southport Talks

When a woman is feeling frumpy and obtuse there are few alternatives of ailment like wearing cute shoes, changing into a sassy outfit and walking down Southport Avenue.

I dare say that this endeavor assists the mental circus in convincing oneself that the looks from commuters off the Brown line are attractive glances and not mere glazed-over work stares of mindlessness.

Though the ego can rarely ignore the feeling of frumpiness, at the least the heart can feel compelled by the conversations that wave through the crowd like the white Walk hand that blinks at every block.

I don’t doubt that our twenty-five year old conversation is that different from the sixteen year old one happening on the opposite side of Anthony’s Italian Ice freezer. Those girls seem just as confused about the world of the Y-chromosome as we do. Will he call? What do I say if he does?

Most of my day is spent having conversations with people about issues and subjects that they designate. I feel more like overcooked spaghetti post-eight hours of work than like a true contributor to society. By the time I can wear my Kenneth Cole Reaction heels and pull off the cardigan I’m ready to have as much endless chatter about the drama of life that one might indulge. Especially if it's over a scoop of Blackcherry flavored italian ice for a buck fifty.

Have you Confessed?

A Gi-normous Disco ball fell from the ceiling and wouldn't ya know, out pops Madonna. In a horse rider outfit, whip, and crazy boots. What a stud. Please tell me when I'm that old I can dance on a Gi-normous Disco stage.




Have you confessed?
That's how Madonna ended her show last night. A Black screen with a script message in hot pink to us. I was so impressed overall with the night. Totally got my 110 worth fo' sho. And I got to wear fishnets.


Her Confessions on a Dance Floor album is so much fun and she mixed the some good oldies to the beats and feel of the new album. We're talking Lucky Star and Like a Virgin were rockin' with some new vibe!

This is "I love New York". She rocked out on the guitar and made some really terribly rude statements about Georgy Porgy our Pres. Always pushing the envelope that Madonna.

I'm one of those "You only live once" kind of people. I don't recommend this mentality unless you'd like to constantly be busy buying random crap to pull together outfits like this one at the last minute. I'm not gonna lie, it was a riot to be Borderline Madonna for the night. But no one else had the guts to dress up, or perhaps were willing to part with their sanity for an evening.

As for the show itself, I can't believe how impressive it all was. It's seriously just such a different kind of entertainment. It was more like watching human gymnists doing unhuman moves. Insane dancing, so freaking awesome. I now want to join whatever cult it takes so I too can move on the double beam bars and dance in step with twelve other hotties!

Seriously, you should see Madonna in concert before you die. My favorite moments were La Isla Bonita (obviously!), Sorry, Forbidden Love which was really powerful, and her Saturday Night Fever routine with Music and JTravolta outfits while her dancers were on roller skates. The scene with her crucified on a cross was really pretty cool, but I suppose you had to be there to "get it". It was during Live to Tell. If you don't read Rolling Stone magazine you probley don't even know what I'm talking about, in that case just ignore this part lest you become all pissy.

So the verdict is: see Madonna.

wrigleyville is sad tonight

the 'stros swept the cubs. what a beautiful thing.

i went with Tay Tay to the game on tuesday. ever since he's been working for the mob he's gotten some sweet hook ups. pay special attention to our seat location. . .

What a little wine can do:

i will say this, i'm glad my life isn't defined by the things that happen after a glass of wine. (i'm rolling my eyes at MYSELF i'll have you know) i've had some proud and not so proud moments.

wine has gotten me into some interesting quandaries. a few of the many- getting stuck in an Etruscan city for a night with someone i had met but hours before and crashed with in some random accommodations, an unfortunate smooch with the mountain man, absolute silliness with the girls welcoming the new year, vino dancing & the piano man.

sometimes i wonder what it would be like if i lived like the italians, a glass of vino a day. talk about drama and following your heart. sheesh, that could be scary! but ever so exhilarating (giggle)

tonight my roommate and i had one of those classy evenings in. home cooked mandarin chicken on angel hair with a bottle of white wine. it's a great feeling letting yourself know and be known! i'd like to think it was our open mindedness and trust worthiness that brought out the beautiful words about our souls, our love, and our fears.

but, i think it was the wine.

i want a compass

my rear view mirror doesn't have a compass thing-a-ma-bobber like some people's pimped out trucks. there have been a number of times recently when i've attempted to take a "short cut" which would have turned out much SHORTER had i had a compass.

if you have one you aren't using, pass it my way.


in the mean time, these are my new shoes;)
(courtesy of elly green film inc. late night at sonic)

a Full heart

a common love for each other
a common gift to the Savior
a common bond holding us to the Lord
a common strength when we're weary
a common hope for tommorrow
a common bond in the truth of God's word



i went to Nashville for a long weekend with some of the dearest friends i have. i don't know that i can say much right now except that i will sleep tonight in chicago feeling more fulfilled and renewed knowing that love and community extends so much further than i could imagine.

i forget how good it feels to sit in the presence of people who know you. when you don't have to explain things, you can just be.

i forget how sweet it is to be in the presence of them, and to experience the beauty of worshipping our God together in song, in truth. taking part in communion with them, the bread, the cup.

i forget how rich i am.