So yesterday I met HLP, his wife, and their baby out at a very hot and humid Chicago street festival nearby. I'm really happy for him because I can tell he is totally content. You know why? He walks around a festival with tons of hot chicks around with a burp cloth on his shoulder, and when I point it out, he just leaves it there. He had to go home, but luckily I bumped into some other friends, and Oats came out.
We ended up at a random Lincoln Park bar because we thought they did karaoke. Turns out they didn't, but everyone was smiling and we had a good vibe, so we just stuck around. I like those bars where everyone talks to each other. It didn't have those huge wolf packs of girls that only want to talk to each other. One woman was there in a toga. I mean, it was a really fancy toga, but still a toga. Her friend said she picked her up and was like, "Okay. A toga." She was really nutty, so she kind of pulled it off. She was nice too, but that didn't stop me from calling her the Iron Sheik and quoting Julius Caesar with an over exaggerated Charlton Heston voice.
I then achieved a level of drunkenness where the Michael Jackson jokes just started flowing out of me. That's a good level. For me at least.