So I'm reading pretty much the best book ever. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger. For people who believe in true love, people who don't believe in true love, and people who just like stories about time travel. My new favorite book of all time. Ever. Buy it and read it today.

Last night hubb and I braved the thick cloud of smoke that is the Bottom Lounge for some good old nostalgia in the form of The Slackers. It was nice, brought back a lot of memories, and gave me the opportunity to dance with a skinhead, but my lungs hurt real bad by the end of the set. I'll never understand the lure of the cancer stick. Ever. Come on, Chicago, ban smoking so I can actually breath and see and not have all of my clothes (including my underwear) smell like death after a night on the town! Do it!