a propos of nothing, chicago

saint patrick’s saturday

Today we are going to watch the river being dyed green from E’s friend’s lake-looking apartment, and then later on I’m going to hear a bunch of “acid jazz,” “prog-rock,” and “wandering electric piano” at Reggie’s. The slight but consistent improvement in the weather has made everyone much more social, and we are all back in the business of overcompensating for the snow.