24 and there's so much more

the last thing i want to talk about is the holiday concert. i'm already sick of planning it. i hope it goes well, and that's all.

this weekend was will's and my anniversary. we spent it at an all day jiu jitsu tournament (which was actually pretty fun -- i'm not complaining). will didn't fight, but he will next time. it's going to be really exciting when he does. we drove home beneath an angry ice storm and spent nearly an hour trying to find a parking spot in our neighborhood. will wanted to drop me off and look, but i said i'd stick by him and pay my dues as passenger in his car.

after getting home and exchanging gifts (i got us a couples massage, and he bought me some body shop stuff) we went to joe's crab house downtown and pretended we were fancy for a night. we were surrounded by the kings and queens of the downtown corporate circuit. they were the upper crust of chicago, with their suits and their nose jobs, their every-hair-in-place and their $400 bags. i felt pleasantly left out. in fact, amidst the hustle and flow of surely one of the busiest restaurants that saturday evening, i felt this strange feeling of privacy. we didn't know anyone and didn't fit in. we had our own table and our own little world. i loved it.

the 1st graders, who are singing "i saw mommy kissing santa clause, were leaving today when i was confronted with this:
1st grader: (angrily) ms. levine! carl said he saw my mom kissing santa clause!
me: i'm sure he was just joking.
1st grader: (very adamently) yes, he was!