Dear Poor Lucky Me,
I’m confused: Are you seriously going to the Taste of Chicago?
I am a long time reader of your website…but this move goes against everything I thought I knew about you.
What do you hope to accomplish by attending this food fiasco? Aren’t you worried about permanent physical and psychological affects?
With Concern and Affection,
You Don’t Have To Do This
I appreciate your concern. I’d be lying if I told you that this was an easy decision to make, or that I wasn’t scared. But sometimes in life you have to push yourself to new experiences.
You can’t live a life sheltered by the things you can tolerate and protected from things that terrifying you like eating chicken wings while standing with no napkins or access to hand washing stations.
So you’re right, this does buck against what you know about Poor Lucky Me. But that’s why it’s so important that I set this goal and accomplish it and I aim to accomplish it in a spectacular way, my friend. I’m going to walk around in flip flops and shorts and wipe my hands on my tee-shirt and eat food until I want to puke then try and provoke a fist fight.
Although, it’s supposed to rain Wednesday night. I want a typical Taste of Chicago experience, so I may have to put off the excursion one more day. I’ll keep you posted.
Pray for me (or do the non-religious equivalent please).
Sincerely,
Dear Y.D.H.T.D.T.,
Poor Lucky Me
Mark my words – You’ll be sorry.