Friday Afternoon Confessional: American Academy of Religion
I confess that this week I realized that I have a remarkably shallow bench when it comes to plain old white button-down shirts. I assume that most men in a semi-professional occupation have several — it’s always weird to discover yet another gap resulting from the poverty of grad school.
I confess that after hearing a colleague talk about the joys of wearing blazers, I’ve been trying it out this week and will continue the trend at the conference. It really is nice.
I confess that next weekend, I am going on a three-day cruise with The Girlfriend and her family. I don’t consider myself the kind of person who would normally go on a cruise, so this should be “interesting,” as they say. This will be only the second time we’ve travelled outside Chicago together — I’m pretty sure we haven’t even gone to Evanston. (The first time was a day trip to Kalamazoo, where she helped me do an initial move.)
Wait, now I realize we once took a Pace bus to Skokie to pick up a FedEx package for her — though that was on Howard St., only a few blocks west of the city limits.
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