chi kah go

This is not the most amazingly interesting post ever, but it’s true, so I’ll start there. I’m in Chicago, on business, whatever that means. I’ve been at a symposium for two days, and now I have five days of vacation. Good news for me. Visiting here is fun, Sean and Sonya are being troopers and treating me like the royalty they know I am. Sean took me on a quest that lead to a nice purchase of vintage man-porn. Isn’t that a nice thing to do? I think so. Sonya spent an evening with me (just the two of us out on the town, I’ll let dirty minds fill in the blanks) that was great fun. Danielle has arrived without any heartache or trouble; so let the trouble and craziness begin. Oh, yes, we have ALREADY been to a drag show. As of the moment, I’ve left my suite at the Hilton and am staying in a gentrified condo just overlooking a marvelous view of downtown Chicago. I won’t say who’s condo this is or anything, but one parking space costs more than a car. Tomorrow we book into the hotel that Oprah’s finicky guests stay at. Somehow this trip is worth far more than what I’ve had to pay for it, which is next to nothing (thank you travel advances from the big bosses on college hill). I don’t have much at this time to report because I’ve just been out drinking wif me 2 faverit bitchis. We had dinner at a German family-style dining place that was out of this world fun because I don’t ever do things like that. Maybe this time I really won’t go home, even though the thought of poor Varla languishing in a cage is too much to bear. Besides, I’m her touchstone, she needs me, we complete each other. Ok, I’m going to go look at my vintage man-porn and pretend it’s 1977.