The Green Mill was so decked out – balloons bobbing across the ceiling, trailing ribbon ringlets; all the women in glitzy paper tiaras; collapsible, plastic champagne glasses; gilt on everything imaginable; overdone molding, etc.
Christmas in Michigan
This is actually before Christmas at Elizabeth, Margaret and Minori’s “Classy Christmas Party” & book exchange. I gave “In Cold Blood” and received “Wise Blood”!
Andrea and that hound she was sitting.
A Pratt party before Christmas.
Brian came home from Sweden for a few days to visit (the night before I had to take my GRE)
Liz in Chicago!
After I landed in Chicago, I went to Carson’s apartment to see Liz for a few hours. Here’s the Duraflame & a football game.
I love lamplit snow at night.
On our walk to New Years.
For New Years I went with Molly and Billy to the Green Mill: the longest continuously-run jazz club in the US. In the 20s Al Capone’s Henchman — Jack “Machine Gun” McGurn — owned 25% of the club.
The next morning I watched the New Years balloons we carried home with us sink simultaneously to the radiator.
Billy and Molly (the one I went to Nicaragua with!).
Molly and I.
Some of the men that sat with us. The one on the far right is a saxophonist at the Green Mill on other nights and because he was with us, we got 4 bottles of champagne delivered to our table.
Molly rushing home, balloons in tow.
New Years leftovers.
They found this beautiful, white Christmas tree in the suburbs.
An all-season tree, or since it’s a year-round tree, it is just a tree.
Molly and I took the metro north to our suburb for the afternoon.
Here’s the Baha’i temple.
Probably my favorite building — grew up half a mile from this beaut.
My house from birth to 13: a Dutch colonial, just like the Amittyville Horror House.
Back to Molly and Billy’s beautiful apartment.
Dave and TJ’s improv show. They’ve been performing for 5 years (every Wednesday!) now, but still their shows sell out half a day before their performance. When we tried to buy tickets, they were sold out already, so we just got put on the guest list instead.
This is actually a miniature!
A macro shot of a miniature exhibit in the Art Institute of Chicago. I tried to take a similar picture of a harpsichord but it wasn’t as convincing.
Some French busts.
Liz as the Chicago eskimo.
The real reason I went to Chicago was for the annual American Dialect Society conference in coordination with the much larger Linguistic Society of America conference. It lasted a very heavy 3 days in the Chicago Hilton & I got to see all the most famous linguists in the world in one place, one room in many cases. Plus my very favorite professors all pulled together.
Allan Metcalf & Wayne counting votes for the “Word of the Year.”
Allan announcing the winner of overall word of the year: subprime.
I was one of the 79 voters!