Long story short(ish). Get to Chicago around 9pm Friday night. My buddy had free use of a clients condo right on State and Division - sweet! Get ready to go and head out immediately. We go to several bars, and I end up doing shots, which based on my previous experience, tends to not be a good idea. Around 4 in the morning, we decide to head back. But wait, a pizza place is calling my name. I stand in line and somehow manage to order a full pizza (they sold by the slice, but apparently we thought we were hungry?). No idea how long it take to make said pizza, but I do know that eventually I got it. The downside of that, is that my buddy decided to just go on without me. So here I am, in the middle of Chicago, holding a huge pizza, bombed out of my mind. I try to call him, but of course his phone is dead. No big deal though, because I'm relatively sure I know how to get back to the condo. So I start walking. I don't know where I walked, but I know several times I dropped the pizza. I tried my best to scoop as much of the pizza off the street

and back into the box, meanwhile, I had 2 pieces in my other hand and was gnawing at that. I continue to 'walk' and come across a little 2 foot fence by the sidewalk. Generally, this is used to keep people from crossing the street. But, I was pretty sure I needed to cross the street. I figured I could take this tiny fence. Needless to say, this was a bad decision. I tripped over the fence, pizza was flying everywhere, and I have several cuts and bruises...a few of which probably needed medical attention. At this point, I am hoping against all hope that this does not end up on youtube. So based on my cell phone records, it looks like I wandered Chicago looking for our condo for an hour from about 4:45am until I got to the condo around 5:45. Turns out, it's only about a 5 minute walk.

Unfortunately, once I finally did make it back, it is behind a locked gate. Now somehow, I managed to buzz the right condo, but of course, my 'buddy' had passed out and didn't hear it. Right about then, I was freezing and about to look for an alley and a cardboard box to cover up with. I wandered and called for another half hour before I decided to pray that the valet guys would let me crash in his car. I stumbled my way in there, and begged the valet to let me in, and to his credit, I was asleep on the passenger seat somewhere around 7am. At 10, I get a call from my friend asking me where the hell I was.

He finally lets me in and is shocked at the bruise on my elbow and the gash and cut on my knee and calf. As am I. I managed another 2 hours of sleep before I somehow woke up (and had to wake him up) to try and make it to some of the Cubs game. Was going to take it slow (and did), until we went to Murphy's after the game and an amazing girl came out of nowhere and told me that she wanted to buy me a shot.