Last week was Kito's birthday. By which I don't mean that his birthday took place last week so much as consumed it. This year's festivities included a Birthday's Eve Dinner, Birthday Dinner, Post-Dinner Cocktail Reception, Surprise Birthday Trolley Ride, Post-Trolley Cocktail Reception, mini-celebrations involving co-workers and college roommates, and, finally, an Official Birthday Party at our apartment. By the time all of this reveling had finally run its course, the actual date of Kito's birth was several days in the past. I kept thinking, for heaven's sake, even Jesus Christ only gets a single calendar day and He could walk on water.
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My review of Diamante Productions' Cold Cold Feet is in this week's Time Out Chicago.
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