Quesadillas, hotbox, and surprise interviews!

We threw down in Grant Park today --  AmLit style. In attendance we had Katie and her special person Garrett, Michael, Hillary, Tamara, Tori and her pal Natalie, me, my special person Coni, and my pal Caroline. The menu was southwestern-ish; the standouts were Hillary's brownies, Tamara's buffalo chicken dip,  Katie's quesadillas, and Michael's salsa. Also, thank nature for Tori's fruit.

After eating, we chilled on a hill and played a modified version of Ultimate Frisbee called Hotbox -- like half-court basketball. My team lost 12,000-2, but it was fun nonetheless. Michael played guitar, Tori's dog Lucy growled at dogs three times her size, and we talked about a bunch of things: Michael and Hillary's trip to England in the Fall, Tori's geology Maymester class, Tamara's jump to Shorter College, among other things.

At the end of the end of the night, we talked about getting together again towards the end of the summer or sooner, potentially for a movie. Coni did impromptu video interviews that I may put up on YouTube in the next couple of days  (with the comments about me edited out).

I enjoyed seeing all of you and missed everyone else. Please don't think if you could not attend that we did not think about you.

Please keep using the space for video clips, movie suggestions, literary criticism, research interests, or what's-ups to keep in touch.

I keep wondering where Pat's car is. I wonder if the nihilists took it.