In a few weeks Chris and I are moving to Ravenswood Manor. Not Ravenswood Manor, the haunted Mansion at Paris Disneyland, as awesome as that would be. (Though it’s odd that it’s not occupied by French ghosts. Because wouldn’t you pay to be haunted by Serge Gainsbourg? I know I would.) No: the Ravenswood Manor we’re moving to is the exceedingly cute Chicago neighborhood a little west of where I live now. It’s a magical land with ground-level CTA tracks, rivers, and governors running through it, and if you don’t know where the hell you’re going when you drive around there, you will be caught in a dizzying mobius strip of bungalows and lilac bushes. And then eventually one of the streets will spit you out in Albany Park, where you never have to worry about finding someplace to buy an international phone card. We can’t wait.
So here are two orders of business for you local folks: First, if anyone is looking for a great place in Lincoln Square (SUNNY 1 BR: STEPS TO PRK, EL, JEWEL, ETC. HEAT INCL; H/W FL, LNDRY; COURTYD BLDG), let me know.Â Second, we’d love to hear moving company recommendations. We’ve looked online a little bit and have heard/read a whole range of things about That Company With the Green Trucks and we’re wondering about some of the other local professional movers. And the “get all your friends together and pay them with beer” option probably won’t work, because the amount of beer that would make the effort worthwhile is exactly the same amount of beer that makes boxes of expensive stuff extra slippery.
And if you haven’t noticed the sidebar lately, I have readings coming up soon.Â Oh, and go read my friend Jami’s story over at Nerve, and then pre-order her book. It’s only Tuesday, you know; you might need a good dirty story to get you through the week.