ADVICE: "TAKE TIME TO CELEBRATE"
CAB #: 2223
AN OPEN LETTER TO ST. PATRICK
Dearest St. Patrick,
I have decided to send you a note after several days of partaking in debauchery (strictly in your honor) to thank you for sufficiently raising the spirits of Chicagoans. It has been a painstakingly brutal winter that saw our city transform into a giant tundra of sub-zero temperatures and icy snow. The conditions were so artic-like, I swear I saw a polar bear and some penguins hanging out near Lake Michigan. And even THEY shivered. You see, Patty, (can I call you Patty?), the winter, coupled with the awesome state of the economy, all the Blago ballyhoo and our new title as the Third Most Miserable City in America, has made for an opposite-of-phenomenal '09 thus far. We needed something to celebrate. Desperately.
And as I looked around, I saw that glasses were filled to the brim - but they poured more. Green beer made for green teeth and green tongues - but they poured more. A girl named Holly missed her flight to San Diego, and a boy mourning his friend's death had tears in his eyes - but they poured more. And we all ended the night with full bellies and tired eyes and foggy memories - but we poured more. Because we all needed something to celebrate.
Thank you, St. Patrick, for waking up our sleepy city and giving us something to celebrate.
And thank you, Cabbie #2223, for reminding me.
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