Reggae Capital, USA

My extended weekend went pretty much as I expected it to. Radiohead was fantastic and completely worth the hassle of getting up before dawn to drive the three hundred miles back to Chicago. The subsequent Wrigley experience was among the most ridiculous things I've been involved in. It was hardly necessary that there was a baseball game being played; give us some bleachers and a beer vendor and we'll have a good time anywhere. After the game, we all went to the Wild Hare and Singing Armadillo Frog Sanctuary. I ran up an $80 tab (on top of the $75 I spent at Wrigley) buying the whole group (and the men's room attendant) drinks. When I'm drunk, I apparently believe that m income is ten times what it actually is. Deuces made $20 dancing with a couple of sexagenarians, though unfortunately he didn't break out the famed "pick up change" move. I spent over an hour in the men's room chatting it up with the aforementioned attendant. Recently, I've noticed myself turning into my dad. I could never figure out how he could meet some random guy and know his whole life story in a matter of half an hour, yet on a couple of occasions, I've done the exact same thing. After we'd had enough fun, we headed back to the south side to get our cars and drive to South Bend, where upon arrival I ignored my phone and promptly fell asleep.