CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

Well, her studios are around there, on Washington.

There are tons of food warehouses around there. If you see a place selling meat or produce, buy some. It's good and fresh and wholesale.

jenny: stay away from boston if you can't navigate chicago.

I've been to Boston a few times but I've never been left to my own navigatory devices. I am self-aware enough to never put myself in a situation where I have to get myself from point A to point B without assistance.

Seconded. My trouble is that I'm so used to the grid system that anything even slightly old-world messes me up bad. "What do you mean this street goes north-northwest-ish??!"

the grid system kind of freaked me out when i moved here. it was too easy, and seemed alien. i used to walk my dog for hours just trying to get lost, and never did.

i never understood how people could know what direction they were going until i realized that not all streets were once puritan-era cow paths.

Let's get lost, let them send out alarms

And though they'll think us rather rude

Let's tell the world we're in that crazy mood

Let's defrost, in a romantic mist

Let's get crossed, off everybody's list

To celebrate this night we found each other

Darling, let's get lost

I'd suggest that people take the el to Skokie for the Old Orchard mall, except the Yellow Line doesn't actually extend that far. Therefore, I'm sticking with my Jewish conspiracy angle.

I'd imagine not. It would make no sense. But even looking at a map of Boston or London or some such gives me heart palpitations.

That's the kind of directions I can understand!!! Probably because I grew up in an area built on Puritan cow paths. It wasn't until I moved here to Chicago that I even made an effort to figure out cardinal directions (hence compass).

They would, however, call streets by unofficial names. So instead of like, Route 9 they would tell you to take King Cole Farm Road or something.

Navigating in DC made me cry and cry once too, and Nick was the one driving. There are all these fucking turn-arounds like at the Arc de Triumph. They screw with your head I tell you!

"Tony Vallencourt: Boston to Nashua? You goin' up there to buy liquor pally?

Stanley Sperrow: Aya, no sales tax.

Tony Vallencourt: Alright, you just gotta shoot up 95, but watch your ass crossin' over the border. Those state troopers are outa control.

Stanley Sperrow: That's correct Tony! "

if you're going from boston to nashua you wouldn't take fucking 95, that follows the coast going northeast, you'd need to take 128 to ROUTE 3, take the lowell connector then cross the bridge at 110. fuckin' morons.

sorry for perpetuating a sterotype but i'm getting cranky about stuff like this in my old age. i was sitting in a bar this weekend yelling at someone who was doing a piss-poor job of parallel parking outside. it actually made me angry that they couldn't do it.

your favorite cranky old man,
ktr

Hahahahaha I do this from my kitchen window at people parking on my street all the time.

And just for the record, 28 has been not-so-great (getting to know you fine folks better aside).