I‘ll be hitting the road in a couple of days, headed for Chi-town; the Windy City; Chicagoland. I’m riding out to a wedding – not mine! I hasten to add – but that of a friend. LittleBigGirl and Rick will be doing the deed out in the burbs on Saturday.
So far, I’ve dug out an old suit – the only one I didn’t throw out; suspenders to go with the pants; a shirt (my last dress shirt, or reasonable facsimile thereof). I had to buy a tie, since I threw out my collection of hundreds – my only vanity, and a pair of Converse high-tops. There’s no damned way in hell I’m wearing shoes, since I threw all of those out too and I wholeheartedly refuse to buy more.
It’s a 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes; it’s dark and we’re wearing sun glasses. Hit it! — The Blues Brothers