The Wages of Sin

So much for setting a positive example---in the alcohol-fuelled weekend that was, I managed only six miles instead of the planned-upon ten. This was due more to time constraints than anything else, in that we really needed to be at bloody mary brunch at Blue Line in time to consume as many of the $3.00 bloody marys as our bodies would allow. Every $3.00 bloody mary we consumed meant one less $6.50 beer we would guzzle at Wrigley Field. Simple mathematics. Also, it was the last brunch served by Kristen, our favorite bartender, who has taken a job at a Ukrainian Village joint. I will visit her from time to time at her new locale, but will miss her at Blue Line. If I was on a date, I would always drop in on Blue Line if Kristen was working. Kristen would greet me by name with a big smile, introduce herself to my date and make sure we were never without liquid nourishment. The social validation provided by a female bartender is invaluable.

For running, I have decided that the best song is Love is in the Air, the 1978 disco classic recorded by John Paul Jones. I have downloaded this to my iPod and will loop it so that I can listen to it for hours, again and again and again. I greatly respect the disco movement and all that it stood for, and wish that I knew more about disco music. Maybe I should take a class, as it can be quite daunting. If you are willing to put in the time and effort, there is nothing so rewarding as disco. And the poetry:
Love is in the air/ Everywhere I look around/ Love is in the air /Every sight and every sound/
And I don't know if I'm being foolish/ Don't know if I'm being wise/ But it's something that I must believe in /And it's there when I look in your eyes