Last weekend was pretty fun. Most of it was pretty uneventful. Sunday, Jim and I lazed around all day and then decided to pack in with a few of his buddies for a pizza run to Chicago. Since it was such short notice, I couldn't meet up with any of my Chi-town peeps, but it was still an adventure.

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Here's a blurry picture on I-55 -- my new buddy Kramer went a little picture crazy during the entire excursion. Kramer's a big guy; he, Jim, and I were crammed into the back seat, while the skinniest person in the car drove with the seat pulled back into a comfortable, relaxed position! I couldn't even put my feet on either side of the backseat median; Jim and I literally shared a seat!



As you can see by the color of the sky, we didn't actually get into the city until around 7:45pm. We made fun of all of the big light-billboards for the 2016 Olympics and proceeded to look for a parking garage.



Here's where we went for dinner on Justin's recommendation, and it was pretty damn decent; the food was hearty and authentic and (surprisingly!) not badly priced, and the atmosphere was relaxed and spacious -- these are all winning qualities, given the place is right on Clarke and Fullerton in the Lincoln Park area!



Here's a picture I took of the guys after we had finished eating. From left to right -- Back Row: Kramer, Justin, and Happy Jack -- Front: Jimmy.



Here's a crappy shot of Happy bowling. The guy has a canon-arm! On his last shot, he rolled the ball into the gutter, from which it bounced right into the center pin, giving him a parting spare. I still beat him, though!



Here's Jimmy taking the conservative approach. He broke fifty, but he still came in last place...



After being in last place for most of the game, I managed to secure a cool third place thanks to some tips from Josh. Thanks, Kramer!



Jim's response when Kramer suggested he wasn't a very good ball-handler. Notice Justin's interested gaze.



This picture was taken when I was actually starting to get into the game. Kramer turned out to be the pack-leader for most of the game, but was whipped into second by a few collected shots by Justin near the end.



The caption for this shot is: "My love for you is like a truck, Berserker
Would you like some making fuck, Berserker".



On the way back, Happy agreed to sit in the back and give Kramer shotgun, even though the car is Happy's! I got pretty tired after this shot was taken and proceeded to pass out for most of the duration of the drive home.

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