#415: Quiet

December 22nd, 2014

A sore throat closed off my adventuring for the weekend. It closed off trips to Christkindlmarket and Marshall Fields and pithy observations about the true meaning of the Christmas season in the 21st century.

But I sure watched the hell out of zombies and Muppets.

“Dead Snow” and “Muppet Family Christmas” were on the playlist. “Careful of the icy patch” and “ARISE!” tie for line of the night.

A couple friends and some nog and a little bourbon just to help with the throat, of course, made it a quiet night in the city.

So I probably should write about that.

Quiet nights don’t get many poets. Sure, you’ll get some Peep-Tom reflections on being on the outside looking in at families and glowing TVs and other indices of separation from the happiness poets project on everyone not them.

But not many write about the simple bovine joys of a night in.

Yes, bovine. Yes, fat and American. Yes, sitting on ass punching in pirated videos on a laptop plugged into a TV variously yelling about how much I hate Nazi zombies and/or Miss Piggy because seriously Kermit could do better.

And there’s nothing wrong with that. There’s nothing wrong with a night that makes you happy.

I’m among the crowd that feels bad unless an adventure is had. Partly a product of this site, partly a reason I created it, I don’t feel good about myself unless I’m interviewing a trapeze artist, finding out where baby pigeons go, going to podcast tapings or riding elevators up Sears Tower with gaze-avoiding office workers.

That says more about me than about modern life/Chicagoana, but the antsy deserve their spokesmen too.

But it’s OK, right? It’s OK to be happy for a night, content and bovine?

I hope so.

I hope I’m not justifying sloth. I hope I’m not using a skill with words to make sitting on ass somehow sound noble and daring. I hope the people who read this website/blog/pseudo-column don’t describe it to friends as a dude just writing what he does in a day.

But I liked the zombies. And I liked the Muppets.

My throat’s feeling better, so I hope to get you guys some adventure shortly. I have a couple interviews to transcribe and a couple places in mind to drop by and describe.

I’ll have some stories to tell shortly.

In the meantime, I had a nice night of nog, zombies and Kermit the Frog. I hope that’s OK.

I think it is.

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