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So wednesday night, my last night in Chicago, I happen upon a fake ID. Janelle and I decide to head for a bar in Wicker Park (Janelle's neighborhood) and get completely smashed. We met Amanda and Jon Scarboro there, drank and danced, had to practically carry Amanda down the stairs after partying on her building's rooftop. Then wake up at 8:30 am to fly to england.
No matter how much fun it may seem at the time, never get plastered a few hours before your first international flight. The aftermath is dreadful.
I am now in Coventry, England and its beautiful. The weather is great, all the houses and buildings are all brick. I just had dinner, get this, a dish called 'faggot and mushy peas'. Not bad. And dessert here is usually a small glass of liquor, in this case, Drambuie (think of a classier Southern Comfort). Helen get's here Sunday and the party begins.
If I don't run out of cash, I might make it to Toulouse, France-- the 'pink city' !
No matter how much fun it may seem at the time, never get plastered a few hours before your first international flight. The aftermath is dreadful.
I am now in Coventry, England and its beautiful. The weather is great, all the houses and buildings are all brick. I just had dinner, get this, a dish called 'faggot and mushy peas'. Not bad. And dessert here is usually a small glass of liquor, in this case, Drambuie (think of a classier Southern Comfort). Helen get's here Sunday and the party begins.
If I don't run out of cash, I might make it to Toulouse, France-- the 'pink city' !