The frivolities of youth (and cute underwear)

How does Kate spend God's day of rest? Buying pretty underwear. And God said it was underwire.

I'm looking forward to this week. Mondays are typically packed with meetings (with wide-ranging topics like 'who shot what in their front lawn over the weekend' and 'how many donut holes do you think I can fit in my mouth and still be understandable while talking on the phone?') and segues nicely into Tuesday, which is a wonderful day as a rule. Wednesday I've got an appointment to see my dentist in the morning and phone detail during lunch -- which reminds me: I need to reschedule Panera for Hughsday -- and then Thursday is going to be spent fortifying the battlements for the weekend because I'll be out on Friday. I took the whole day off.

I'm spastic about going to Chicago. whogavemebanana, bigbetterirish and I, thrown together for a weekend of pub-crawling, LOOPTOPIAing and the anticipated quantities of debauched shopping/shot-taking/birthday celebrating. With tabledancing and Wii thrown in for good measure.

Todd and I both have iPods for the trip, and I'm cultivating a playlist of things to listen to during the two-and-a-half, three hour drive into the city. I've already cordoned off plenty of Ryan Adams (his "Gold" album is already always in constant rotation on my iPod's "Recently Played" list) as well as the expected Rolling Stones, Hawksley, and Muse offerings. I also promised a little Oscar Peterson and Dylan to pad out the sunnier hours. Does anyone have any other recommendations? Something -- or someone(s) -- naturally conducive to doing eighty-five down a highway?