back from chicago. Well lets start from the start on this one. friday may 26 i took the day off to fly to chicago my flight set to depart at 8am. The flight was canncelled long story short i spent 13 hours sitting in LGA waiting to get out. why so long? holiday weekend no standby. i got to chicago at 10pm and although one day was shot we did our best to make up for lost time. brian and his friend eric met me at the division stop off the blue line and we headed for an authentic chicago steak burrito. we then picked up some old style and headed back to brian’s house to drop off my stuff. after meeting brian’s roommate greggors we moved on to an empty polish bar famous for their attractive polish bartenders. after eric impressed her with his new found local fame we decided that with the cubs game at 12 the next day we should head in.
::saturday:: we heading out to wrigley field on our bikes. i was giving the schwinn varsity (from what i’m told) a well constructed bike made of “pig iron” along with special welding techniques. it weighed quite a bit which i may have pointed out too many times. we made it to the cubs game and thanks to eric had seats so close i teared up. just 4 rows back right on first base. it was in the family section so swearing at the braves was out of the question. with the old style flowing the game flew by and the cubs lost in true chicago cubs fashion. to be honest the rest of the day was sitting and drinking with the rest of the guys. it ended with greggors and i riding our bikes though taco bell and having a small feast in the parking lot.
::sunday:: brian and i drove closer into downtown to water some friends plants. we then had a falafel and joined greggors on the front stoop for the better half of the early afternoon. with a feeling of self destructive good times looming we walked over to eric’s girlfriends house for a bbq. most of the guys that joined us the night before were there.(with their girlfriends out of town on a road trip the guys were enjoying an unsupervised drinking weekend) with an endless supply of burgers and dogs the pbr and old style ran through the gathering like a river of hope. after the bbq we set out on the bars for the evening and to be honest it starts to blur here. i do know that i did a performance of shout at a bar called happy village. the locals seemed to enjoy it and paid me in beer for my efforts. a big thanks goes out to brian and his friends for having me out and showing me such a good time. i’m sure i left a bunch out but this is already too long.