Andy is done with school for the year! Hooray! No one could be happier, except perhaps Andy himself. I’m so proud of him for sticking it out. I know firsthand how excrutiating this last month was. 

This weekend we celebrated with many martinis and, Friday night, a delivery from Art of Pizza. Thankfully they seemed to have solved their delivery problems and we received our large deep-dish pepperoni/black olive pizza in less than an hour. It was better than sex.

Yesterday we wrote every single one of our Xmas cards, as per usual listening to Xmas music all the while. It seemed to take less time this year. Not sure why. I mailed them all this morning so hopefully they’ll get to their destinations in time. Though I’m not holding my breath. It’s been TWO WEEKS and we’ve yet to receive our newest batch of greencine DVDs, and there are also a few packages I’m expecting that haven’t gotten here yet. USPS in Chicago is just plain terrible.  

Tonight I’ll be seeing Bird Ate My Donut @ Subterranean with Joey, with a little cocktail beforehand at the Violet Hour. Trying to convince Andy to go see I Am Legend tomorrow. Guilty pleasure time. So sue me.