New column today!
Today's new column is about when it's okay to date the ex of a friend (hint: probably never). Check it out!
We're embarking on St. Patrick's Day weekend -- where everyone decides that they're Irish, drinks excessively, and the city of Chicago dyes the (filthy) Chicago River a bright shade of green. A few things scare me about that dye job. First, that river is so gross to begin with that it's already a very dark shade of green -- what with all of the dead animals and yet-to-be-discovered abduction victims floating around. Second, I've observed the process, and became very concerned when I noted that the substance that turns the river green is actually orange! WTF?
I generally refuse to leave my house on St. Paddy's day, if for no other reason than the roads are crazy. I went to a party a few years ago with my friend Tracy where, I shit you not, a man showed up in a limo and brought his own "leprechaun," who was really a dwarf dressed in leprechaun regalia -- whatever that means. I think I blogged about it, so I'll check the archives and post a link later. I was the only black person in the bar, as you can imagine. And, it will also be a big shock that everyone was rip-roaring drunk. Not an evening that I need to replicate this year. (No offense, Tracy! :-) )
