Eat Trout. Make Out.

That's one of the ads for Eclipse gum currently on the sides of Chicago buses. I love it! So, where else have I been? Avoiding packing by driving to Chicago to move Little Vlad back home for the summer. Some findings from the road: rest stops in Iowa have wireless access; I ate at a Country Kitchen that included these two bumper sticker gems on two different cars: "What Would Dr. Laura Say?" and "Abstinence Yes! Who Wants Genital Warts?" which makes me wonder, "Who doesn't want genital warts?" Oh never mind. In fact, I should be packing now but I have a doctor's appointment.

And in other good news, I finally made it to a class at Yoga Gallery, which was yummy (oh man, I swore I'd never be one of those "yummy!" yoga chicks, but here I go). Erica and I hit the outlets on our way home and discovered the holy grail: a Petit Bateau outlet. Soft French tees for all!

What Happens in Sandwich Stays in Sandwich

Another post I should've made last month: Boris, stand-up fella that he is, escorted me to a wedding in charming Cape Cod, where we ate lobster rolls and saw the Kennedy compound (about which I was very dorkily excited) and walked on the beach and rocked the dancefloor like the fools we are.

Check out his Jonathan Ames piece in last week's New York mag. He's a genius! (Boris, I mean, not Jonathan Ames, though he'd probably beg to differ.)

What's the Matter with Kansas?

Nothing, as far as I'm concerned, but I've been meaning to post about last month's Thomas Frank reading for a while, and you know how time slips away from me. When did monthly posting become such a struggle? That's neither here nor there, but Thomas Frank is a fellow Shawnee Mission East alum (Go Lancers!) and managed to draw one of the more passionate crowds I've seen at a Rainy Day Books event. Lots of booing and hissing and cheering and clapping; there was a woman a few rows behind me who couldn't stop tongue-clicking to the point that I had to restrain myself from getting up and escorting her out.

All of this as I get ready to have my mail sent to Leawood again, and on the heels of a great trip to New York and wondering where to go and what to do there. As usual. See, I don't really need to post more often, do I?