'Sweekend

This friday, JESS is coming into town, and not even for a whole improv festival...only one show, Saturday at midnight. I've known Jess since I started improv, 7-ish years ago, and I'm very excited for him to see my apartment, and puppy and cat and other proof that I am living well and happy in Chicago. He has a tendency to worry about me--about everyone, really, but me in particular--so positive proof that I'm not dying will ease his mind.

I just hope he doesn't spend the whole time we're at the theater talking with people about kids, and babies, and how he has kids and they have babies, and isn't it great how their baby can talk gibberish now, and my goodness, the daily quandries of child-care, etc. gross gross.