Night At The Drive-In

Friday entailed a lot of driving -- nearly seven hours worth. Made all the more excruciating wondering just what Craighead might be doing to screw up the website.

When we finally rolled into Chicago we were met by a shit ton of traffic, the entire Loop snarled by what turned out to be the filming of some new Angelina Jolie movie. Yeah, 8 o’clock on a Friday night... good idea, Timur. It literally took us an hour to find a way around all the roadblocks to get to our hotel. If we could have gone straight on the road we were supposed to it would have taken two minutes. Literally. Now I really have a valid reason to hate Angelina Jolie. Although I have to admit it was kinda cool seeing her hang perilously out of a helicopter hovering fifty feet over the Chicago River. That is if I saw it, which I didn’t. But, I sure heard about it.

That is right before I heard about how I had a flat front tire from the valet dude.

Now, all we have to do is catch some sort of ancient disease and it will be just like an Ogborn family vacation! I kid because I care, Ogsie.

Needless to say, the night was not going as planned.

Now, it’s Saturday morning. AAA is getting the tire fixed and we’re gonna hit the Mag Mile to spend some money we don’t have before the Arcade Fire show tonight.

I’ll try to get some pics and video up at some point.

P.S. I am also thoroughly convinced now that “Chicago-style pizza” is grossly overrated. I’ll take my Smokin’ Joe’s tomato, banana pepper and feta over this flavorless crap any day of the week. More on this later?