Operating on maybe 2 hours of sleep, I now attempt to recount Thursday for you.
Thursday...hmmm...at the moment, I'm not clear at all about what we did during the day. At some point, there were a couple of attempts to buy tickets at the Athenaeum. One of those attempts was successful. Guess which one.
On the first trip, as Jim and I were walking down the sidewalk, we heard yelling and other human exclamations coming from an open window in a small house. Jim supposed they were the sounds of domestic violence, while I held (quite without experience) that the sounds were those of an orgy. Later, when Corrin and I were returning along the same path, police cars were out in the street and officers coming out of the house. Fun eh? While we were walking to the theater, we ran into Kasey who had recently broken the law (not in that house) and who, unbeknownst to him, was well into the process of injuring his foot.
Thursday night we went to support our hospitable host, Mike, and his team 52-Hiccup at a little venue called Frankie J's. One of the three groups scheduled to perform did not show up, so they asked if JaCKPie wanted to do a set. We said, "Sure," and were on the stage within about 5 minutes. That's insane. It was good, though, to get our performance feet on the ground in Chicago. It was like a warm-up.
After the show, we caught a ride with a guy named Shafe whose head was shaved, and we popped over to the Lincoln Tap for the opening night party. We were greeted with "CIF Orgy Kits", which was a small purple bag with a condom, some "performance enhancer", and aspirin. Now, that's funny. Anyway, we got some beer and settled in, met some folks from Chicago, Canada and elsewhere. Paul and Travis showed up. It was loud, smoky fun.
Chris
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