#0323
Note: This post was written 1/3/05 on a notepad. I've finally gotten a chance to type it out.
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There is a time out...
Where?!?
...on the field.
Oh...
Thus endeth my whirlwind weekend, sitting high in the northwest corner of Soldier Field (more affectionately identified as "the spaceship that landed in the coliseum.") My dad won a pair of tickets a few months back at a trade show; he opted for a little father-son bonding time to sweeten the prize. But that's how my New Year's weekend ended, watching the Bears lose one last time this season, followed by dinner with the rest of the family included at my parents' favorite Mexican restaurant in my neighborhood.
Thursday afternoon was the start of my extended weekend, and I ended up spending the afternoon on Michigan Ave, window-shopping while K and a coworker shopped at some little hole-in-the-wall store for 3 hours or so. Followed that up with a stop at home to pick up Em and C, and we were off to gorge ourselves at Flattop Grill before we all headed down to Mother's for the last night of their month-long live band karaoke contest.
The highlights of karaoke included singing, drinking, watching all the tickets of people that either weren't there or didn't fill the ticket out get dropped to the floor, more drinking and, oh yes, more singing right before the second drawing of the night.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, the first drawing, for a guitar, was held during the band's regularly scheduled break, about halfway through the night. Lo and behold, someone I knew hadn't been part of this karaoke contest before that Thursday ended up winning that guitar: Em. Many congratulations go out to her for winning.
As it turned out, I ended up singing the last song before the second drawing was held, this time for a Mini-Harley (more commonly known as one of those non-street legal scooters.) Amid much fanfare, drinking, and a considerably smaller number of invalid tickets, my name came up as the winner of the Mini-Harley! The WonderTwins have swept the competition! The rest of the evening can be summed up in two short words: more drinking.
Friday turned out to be a marathon of packing, going over to G's house to pack my stuff, more packing at home, and a 5 hour drive to St. Louis for New Year's. Once again, a very FTL New Year's, with a pieced-together sound system, virtually free-flowing alcohol, copious amounts of dancing, and rampant nudity. Now, do you think that we can pull of a party of that magnitude here in Chicago for '06? I think it may involve renting either a loft or a venue to pull off something that fun and impressive.
Burnt eggs and a slow repacking later, and K and I were headed back home Saturday afternoon. The 5 hour cut across Illinois became a nine hour scenic trip, with the addition of a side trip to World Famous Big Al's in Peoria added to the itinerary to try to wait out the heavy fog and rain. We ended up not getting home until 2:30AM.
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There is a time out...
Where?!?
...on the field.
Oh...
Thus endeth my whirlwind weekend, sitting high in the northwest corner of Soldier Field (more affectionately identified as "the spaceship that landed in the coliseum.") My dad won a pair of tickets a few months back at a trade show; he opted for a little father-son bonding time to sweeten the prize. But that's how my New Year's weekend ended, watching the Bears lose one last time this season, followed by dinner with the rest of the family included at my parents' favorite Mexican restaurant in my neighborhood.
Thursday afternoon was the start of my extended weekend, and I ended up spending the afternoon on Michigan Ave, window-shopping while K and a coworker shopped at some little hole-in-the-wall store for 3 hours or so. Followed that up with a stop at home to pick up Em and C, and we were off to gorge ourselves at Flattop Grill before we all headed down to Mother's for the last night of their month-long live band karaoke contest.
The highlights of karaoke included singing, drinking, watching all the tickets of people that either weren't there or didn't fill the ticket out get dropped to the floor, more drinking and, oh yes, more singing right before the second drawing of the night.
Before I get too far ahead of myself, the first drawing, for a guitar, was held during the band's regularly scheduled break, about halfway through the night. Lo and behold, someone I knew hadn't been part of this karaoke contest before that Thursday ended up winning that guitar: Em. Many congratulations go out to her for winning.
As it turned out, I ended up singing the last song before the second drawing was held, this time for a Mini-Harley (more commonly known as one of those non-street legal scooters.) Amid much fanfare, drinking, and a considerably smaller number of invalid tickets, my name came up as the winner of the Mini-Harley! The WonderTwins have swept the competition! The rest of the evening can be summed up in two short words: more drinking.
Friday turned out to be a marathon of packing, going over to G's house to pack my stuff, more packing at home, and a 5 hour drive to St. Louis for New Year's. Once again, a very FTL New Year's, with a pieced-together sound system, virtually free-flowing alcohol, copious amounts of dancing, and rampant nudity. Now, do you think that we can pull of a party of that magnitude here in Chicago for '06? I think it may involve renting either a loft or a venue to pull off something that fun and impressive.
Burnt eggs and a slow repacking later, and K and I were headed back home Saturday afternoon. The 5 hour cut across Illinois became a nine hour scenic trip, with the addition of a side trip to World Famous Big Al's in Peoria added to the itinerary to try to wait out the heavy fog and rain. We ended up not getting home until 2:30AM.