The Windy City

Hallah everyone. Hallah is "hello" in a language only spoken by four people on the entire planet. You'll learn more in the future about who these people are, and how they became the way they are, but that's for another entry. Anyway, I'm a little bit annoyed at myself, becauase I am having to retype this blog entry due to an operator error. I thought that Ctrl+5 was publish, when in fact it is Ctrl+S. If I weren't trying to be so fancy with the keystrokes, I could already be laying back and sipping some apple juice watching reruns of Will and Grace Season 2 but no! But that's okay.

All I was talking about was my cousin Adele's wedding in Chicago this weekend. I'm going to attend. Which means I have to do laundry tonight and have to pack my suitcase. The wedding is going to be great. I imagine that the food is going to be spectacular and I know that everyone is going to look fabulous. Mostly because Adele is commanding it. The wedding invitation says "Black Tie Invited" which basically means all the guys should be wearing tuxedos. And I'm sure they will, all except my father.

My dad is a unique creature, and the minute I pass through the gates of heaven, I'm going to try to find out why he was made this way. But anyway, after speaking with my dad on the phone yesterday, he's planning on wearing a striped shirt with a black suit he's planning to find at a thrift store with brown shoes. So, if he comes dressed as expected, I'll be sure to snap a photo of it and plop it on the blog for all the world's amusement.

Ok, I must go. I'm afraid to type too much because this will probably get deleted as well. Please feel free to comment away about anything you see on my blog. It would be encouraging to know that people are actually reading what I write. Take care everyone. Have a nice weekend.