I wonder if I'll ever be able to wear my glasses without imagining a corresponding boost of intelligence.

I wonder if we'll ever be able to elect a president without noticing his or her race. Or gender, for that matter.

I wonder if the person who put the recipe for "Teddy Grahams in a glass of milk" on the back of this box was fired.

Two truths and a lie: This is a picture of Christmas lights on trees. I was drunk when I took this picture. I was dancing when I took this picture.

Some of you may recall that I went to Chicago's annual jazz fest last year in August. (Pictures here. I apparently didn't think to blog about it.) It was exactly what I imagined heaven would be like. Blue skies, warm weather, a soft breeze, and great jazz music... all within walking distance of coffee and Chicago pizza and ice cream. Honestly, what more could a girl want?

I had an equally great time going to the Dave Brubeck concert at Ravinia a few months ago, so I was really excited to attend Milwaukee's jazz fest with my family on our first night in town. Now, because things in MIlwaukee were determined to be strange, the evening was full of some legitimately frustrating moments. But! None of that mattered because I got to listen to jazz under the stars, surrounded by happy people and my new best friends:

P.S. Sorry for the short clip. My camera died when this video ended. That's what I get for taking non-stop pictures on the boat tour.

I'd tell you the whole long story about how we wound up waiting for these seats for almost an hour because 200+ cheerleaders from the University of Kentucky were stopping by for dinner before their cheer camp, but I really don't want to relive those memories. All you need to know is that we ate at this restaurant. It's called Fratellos. Our crazy boat captain recommended it during our tour. (He also insisted on blowing the ship's horn both times we passed it in hopes of getting the patrons to wave at him. Yay, waving people!)

Anyway, the food was good. Eating outside with the sun setting on the (admittedly rather gross) river was great. Our waiter was named Preston, and I'm pretty sure he was rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses the entire evening. I bet that would have been funny if we were drunk.