Paging Michael Babcock....
No, not really, since I know how to get in touch with you by phone, but I did want to say that it warms the very cockles of my heart that you posted on the blog a few weeks ago. I thought this blog was dead. Even I, the most obsessive blog-checker in the world (I'm frequently bored at work), had stopped checking this blog because I figured no one cared anymore. But then one delightful morning, when I was so bored that I had resorted to looking at my high school's massively boring and snooty Web site, I took a chance on the City Year blog, and voila: a hilarious story from Michael. So Michael: a hearty thank you. Just like a good little doctor-in-training, you breathed one last breath of life into this limping disaster.
Meanwhile, last night I had a dream that you and I (and Joey) decided to go to CYZYGY in New York to support Christine and Katie. And I was very unfortunately dressed in a combination of City Year uniform and normal clothes (a la boots with a skirt and the CY polo), and somebody asked me, "Hey, I thought you were the girl who hated City Year." And I was like, "I am! So why the hell am I having this dream!?!" And then I woke up.
Speaking of CYZYGY, Christine, how's the Chi-town routine coming? Is it going to have classical music in it too? I can only hope so.
