Thursday, August 7, 2003

The matchless Cicero wheeled windily into Evanston today, bringing with him rhetoric and a bit of nostalgia. We downed lots of Rigatoni D., Maggiano’s signature pasta dish sanctioned by Secondhand Rants, and then we were off to a late showing of The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.

Sean Connery hams it up as the rough-and-tumble Quatermain; that alone is worth a matinee showing. And the rest of the movie? It’s a bit cheesy at times, of course, but both the special effects and the hodgepodge of literary characters make for tasty eye candy.

The merriment promises to spill over into tomorrow night, when Cicero, his beloved Egg, Harpsichordist Moy-traordinaire, and I will celebrate Egg’s birthday at Bob Chinn’s.

With the exception of the Harpsichordist, the gathering will probably not be extraordinary–heck, it probably won’t even approach League status–but what is noteworthy is the previous paragraph. That’s right, gentle reader, read that again. It’s public now, and you know very well that I’m not talking about my beloved company. Congratulations to the two of you!

I’d also like to take this moment to thank my Public Service Announcement Department. How many Departments do I have in all? You really want to know? Over my cold, lifeless, calculating, friendly CEO body, I say.