Carlos is a lonely man. When he was young, love was the lowest of his priorities. He was more concerned with beer, with sports, with one-night stands. But as he grew older, he began to feel a longing for something more—it throbbed at the top of his ribcage. At first he thought he might be sick, but the nurse at the acute care center diagnosed him with nothing more than a broken heart.
Now Carlos spends every day searching for a cure. Each morning he dresses himself like a prospective groom; he dons an expensive, silver-gray suit with a matching striped tie and impeccably polished dress shoes. He hopes that one day his bride will come along, loop her arm through the proffered crook of his elbow, and join him.
I had a really good weekend, filled with Windy City Soul Club, the Bob Inn, and gogo dancing. Here is a picture:
Tomorrow: Cubs game with Meghan! Hey! Hey! Holy mackerel!