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vulgarweedI've made peace with Chicagoans' insane addiction to fireworks. (Illegal here? I think so. Nobody cares.) It helps that my current side of the neighborhood is covered in block parties, including one that my building does all by itself, so I can go down, have a beer, have a rib, watch the pretty shinies with no pressure. And they are pretty and shiny.
I was talking with some random dude who's hoping the fireworks displays will be INSANE if it winds up being Cubs vs. White Sox in the World Series.
I pointed out that it's likely that just a few weeks later, our hometown team is poised to win the Presidential election, which is a million times bigger.
He said, "FUCK YEEEAHHHH!!!"
Indiana, stock up now.
In other holiday observations, the history geek in me knows our national anthem took its tune from "To Anacreon In Heaven," which was supposedly an old English drinking song. Was there just a better class of drunk in the 18th century that could actually work that melody, or did it always have that sorting-wheat-from-chaff factor?
I was talking with some random dude who's hoping the fireworks displays will be INSANE if it winds up being Cubs vs. White Sox in the World Series.
I pointed out that it's likely that just a few weeks later, our hometown team is poised to win the Presidential election, which is a million times bigger.
He said, "FUCK YEEEAHHHH!!!"
Indiana, stock up now.
In other holiday observations, the history geek in me knows our national anthem took its tune from "To Anacreon In Heaven," which was supposedly an old English drinking song. Was there just a better class of drunk in the 18th century that could actually work that melody, or did it always have that sorting-wheat-from-chaff factor?
