Boobs! Oh Yeah! Uh Huh! All right!

So I have had the most extraordinary past couple of days. I would just like to say that I have been secretly praying for months now that there would be a chapter two to the whole chicken incident, and, people, I can tell you that there is a God. Apparently, the chicken I met at the corner of Dodge and College was, at the time, in the care of some real chuckleheads while her owner was out of town. These clowns thought it wold be real funny to place the chicken on someone's car (were they thinking that the chicken would just sit there or something? Clearly, they weren't observing their joke because the humane society came and got the poor thing!). So the beleagured owner happened to call the DOG WALKING SERVICE that my housemate works for (WHA???) and said hey, I hear someone sent my chicken to the humane society, was it you, please tell me, I just want to see my chicken (I swear to God), and, in ANOTHER bizarre twist of fate, the dog walkers actually did know what happened to the chicken, because they just happened to be friends with the farmer to whom the chicken was entrusted by the humane society a few days previously (AMAZING!). I have no idea, though, if the chicken is now a beloved pet or if she has been forced into servitude by the farmer, or if this poor, strange man (Gonzo?) ever visited his chicken (Camilla?). I can only hope that I will hear more about this bewitching, flightless bird. Chicken butt, indeed.

In other news, I was in a commercial AND a photo shoot for UIHC and IC Chamber of Commerce Diversity thingy, respectively, in the span of two days. The first involved walking in circles for most of the morning (I'm not kidding) and the other involved sitting with two authentically ethnic women and having lunch together at the Atlas, which is this schmancy restaurant downtown portraying a harmonius and culturally diverse mealtime. I asked why they asked me to be in a photo shoot to illustrate Iowa City's diversity (I wouldn't think sort of Jewish-looking would count as ethnic), and the guy said he's going to photoshop me⁄!!! I hope I'm Asian. Or maybe he can just give me a Hapsburg chin.

I have had so many wonderful things happen in the past couple of days, some of which I am not sure it would be wise to blog about necessarily, but I am delighted at the things having happened. So I can say that much without fear of... well, I don't know what I'd be afraid of. Oh, whatever. It's juts nice to connect with people that are so, so interesting and kind. I am so lucky and blessed to know the people that I know. I am so glad that I am leaving Iowa City on such a high note. I feel right for having lived here, and right for leaving now... it just all feels really like I'm where I'm supposed to be.

AND!!! Tonight there are MORE interesting things happening. Some jerkass in West Branch kicked a woman out of a restaurant for breastfeeding her baby at the table (even though this same moronski has wet t-shirt contests at the same place, I'm like, hello... hypocrisy! Deal with your issues on your own time and let the baby eat!), so a bunch of people are going and protesting, including the Radical Cheerleaders, who I absolutely think are the greatest people in the world (especially because they used to practice at the house I lived in on Market Street and the ex would get so mad [he's got issues with women], and then in a glorious twist of the aforementioned fate, he moved into a house living one wall away from three of them and they were constantly practicing on his lawn!!! [how can there NOT be a God??]). One of their cheers is the Boobs cheer that I quoth above. I can't WAIT to see what happens!