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I'm at a bar in Chicago. Just finished a very nice 3.5 hour dinner wherein I have gotten to spend time with and get to know my sister in law for the first time. It was really good. Now I'm at a bar. I hate bars. It's loud. There is no where to sit. It's loud. The last train back to near the hotel left an hour ago. Usually the bar goig or club going part of the evening is my cue to go home. Instead I am left at the mercy if the drinking girl with the car. Hopefully shell br happy to let me or Ryan drive or were gonna have to afford a cab. Bleah.
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