Those flashing lights come from everywhere...

On the way home from suburbia (long, fulfilling day spent with some old school friends, the dad and the mom), I was hating the driving and loving the view. I hate driving at night because tail-lights do something weird to my eyes. I've heard tale that people with astigmatism have a sort of blurred halo thing that happens with car lights at night, but I only have slight astigmatism. And only in one eye. But I digress. I was listening to a new Justin song, just able to see the city when Justin sang:

She looks like a model, except she's got a little more ass.

A bit lame, yes? But my first thought was: how Chicago does look like a model and I bet if you measured all the asses in Chicago, the average ass of Chicago would be big. Yes, I thought that.

The view of Chicago tonight from 290 (the Eisenhower, right?) was amazing. Breathtaking. All I could think is that I love this city. I always slow down a bit closer to the city because I just drink in the view. I've talked about it before, how it makes my heart swell up. How I love the sight of the city at night. Tonight the sky was grey but wonderfully clear. And as I got closer and the city got bigger and more heart-filling, a certain part of that Justin song came on, minute 4:40. And it was perfect. And eventually the words were:

Those flashing lights go from everywhere
The way they hit it I just stop and stare
She's got me lovestoned
I think I'm lovestoned
She's got me lovestoned
I think that she knows, I think that she knows...

And silly me, I had a moment with this song. Thinking about how Chicago has me lovestoned.

Go here (possibly eventual relocation of this blog? No idea yet) to hear the song.