Sheecago

is so much cooler now, after an Adler work party. It’s also sad that for the one time in my life that I’m truly, really interested in star-gazing, the only thing you can see in the night sky is the glow of downtown and the John Hancock’s red rings. Lake Tahoe summer nights seem so much more magical!

Also, whatever little insulated bubble of metropolitan invincibility I thought I was living in was popped today. There was a robbery at Mamacita’s tonight. A woman wearing a fanny pack was swiped and robbed and for some reason, I was the only witness. The fact that perhaps this was an inevitable punishment for her fashion choice is a detail that is being withheld.