Quiet Whirlwind Weekend


To keep the grandkids entertained, my parents let them play with toys my older brothers received in the 70's. The little-person turning the crank looks pretty angry about his job. Most realistic toy ever.


My pleasant reunion with hometown friends finished the night at a place called Victor's. It is supposedly the city's #1 pick-up joint. Watching this rather unattractive group of strangers try to romance each other, I learned that no matter how un-sexy the approach is...guys will try it with every woman on the dance floor. I also got one step closer to understanding why Chicago people tend to look down at Milwaukeeans.


Six Hours Later, I'm golfing with a sibling and parent. My game got worse as the woozienss went away.


To complete the trip home, I looked at bees on flowers.

The spontaneous night on the town created a quirk in my schedule. It turns out I exchanged sleep hours with fiesta hours. The trade meant waking up after three hours of sleep at 6:30 am to the sounds of a screaming niece while feeling like I shouldn't have had that last drink. I haven't slept a wink since (it's 11pm)...not sure what's keeping me awake, either.

Out of the rare Friday night off at home comes the flickr account. Enjoy the work in progress.

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