last night i met Susan, my third cousin. she lives in Chicago, in the Gold Coast. I got to meet her because her brother Andy came to visit, and I know Andy because he hangs out at my house to kill things. The three of us, plus Andy's girlfriend Liz, had dinner at Susan's house (lamb burgers - yum!), drank a lot, and then went to see Michael Ian Black, a comedian. We had a grand old time. At one point, Susan was on the phone with her dad Art, and she said that it was nice to find a friend in the city. Art, master of drama, says, Susan, that's not your friend. That's blood.
I have to say, it was exceptionally easy to feel comfortable with Susan - i don't know if it's just a good personality fit, or if it is the blood in there.
anyway, i was at her place until after 2 in the morning. i found out the tough way that the Purple line trains stop running around 2:30. I made it home by 3:30.
staying up that late hurts now. i think i'm an old woman.
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