A very slow correspondence

A letter to a friend that I have been writing for a very long time. A letter that grew too big for its britches (somewhat like its author). A letter that just oozes on and on rather than coming to end like a dignified letter would.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

I'm just after collecting Mai

My dad's girlfriend flew from Ireland to come to his birthday party tomorrow; I drove up to Chicago to pick her up today. It is possible that I could have simply purchased a ticket for her from Chicago to here, but it seemed kind of like part of the fun to go up and get her. I like road trips.

Despite going the wrong way (got on I-69 instead of I-65) (see expression of dismay to the right), and then the right way (see the large green sign?), and taking pictures while driving, I made it to Chicago and back safely.

This will make my dad quite happy.

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