No Need To Panic

OK... seriously, I’m back from Chicago. No joke. It was a whirlwind of a time.

I got a flat tire, didn’t see Angelina Jolie’s stunt double hanging out of a helicopter, saw an amazing show, spent a decent amount of time in a girl’s dressing room, ate waffles with real pieces of crunchy bacon cooked right in them, saw Chicago at night from ninety-six stories up, got some great advice from an old time cabbie, took the same picture that is on the cover of Yankee Hotel Foxtrot, lunched at a place that was doubling as the shooting location for Beauty and the Geek auditions, experienced some incredibly old and exciting artwork, explored the Lincoln Park area, watched a movie, ate that pizza, spilled Guinness on the pillowcase, walked, showered, shaved, and drove, amongst other things.

Look for my complete review of the aforementioned Arcade Fire concert in the next day or two.

Until then, it’s back to our regularly scheduled program.

And it’s back to the basement for Sam!