A few years ago, I joked that I thought it would be funny to get a giant stuffed marlin to hang above my bed. I had this idea in my head that I'd be able to judge a potential suitor's character based on his reaction to the fish. Flash forward a few years....it turns out PJ thought it would make for a good joke too. Only in his version he showed up at my door with a seven foot sailfish. It seems that while he was on a recent road trip, his friend Joel was emailing him craigslist ads for fish along the way. PJ ended up finding one in Chicago, the former resident of a now closed Bucktown bar called Darwin's. His name--Darwin Finnegan Fish.
I had planned to hang him in the bedroom, but since the only place he'd fit put his beak right at the level of my recently la$ered eyes, I decided he'd be safer in the living room over the TV. A mount, a screw, a tool (jokes were made) and a stud finder (I resisted) later, he's all moved in. Pretty handsome, no?
Darwin's official fish story: PJ and I caught him while ice fishing on Lake Michigan.
PJ and I should probably get engaged so that I can send this photo out in next year's Christmas cards.
Until then, watch your inboxes for an invite to the Fish Warming Party.Posted by me at January 10, 2009 12:03 AM