OK, so now I can talk about my trip to Chicago a few weeks ago. I learned a big lesson about allergies and pre-medication. But all that didn't really set in until I had finished the debauchery portion of my trip. I'm still pretty sure that driving through the corn and soy fields between Chicago and Indianapolis are what did me in. Anyhoo.

I visited my friend Kimberly and her boyfriend Eric in Chicago; Lincoln Square to be exact. It's where Chicago meets Eastern Europe. So aside from getting a good dose of Chicago-ness, I got a side order of all things German/Ukrainian/Polska. Anyway, just to prove that the title of this blog post is true, I share with you my pictures.

First things first. This is what a hot dog looks like. If anyone tells you anything different, they are either evil or sadly mistaken. If you have any questions, please let me know. This dog courtesy of Chubby Wieners. Gawd, that was good.

High school pals Marlene and Kim. We are sitting down to a meal of chacon salad and discussing the many merits of Bacon Salt. Hey, I always arrive bearing gifts and the Bacon Salt was a hit. See, I know where to get the good stuff.

"Here's a little story I got to tell about three bad brothers you know so well." After a few glasses of Chardonnay, evidently, I am very happy to go to a dive bar (The Hidden Cove, where our host Paul was very good to us) and belt out some tunes. My signature song: Magic Man by Heart. Of course, in this photo, Kim and I are ricking a little Paul Revere (I think you know what time it is, it's time to get ill).

OK, and the Brauhaus...mother of pearl, these are scary.



Kim and Marlene in the haus! Also a reminder that I really need to figure out how to use my camera.


Have to include one of my traditional self portraits. Rockin' the fez. I kissed a bartender in lederhosen and I liked it. What? He gave me a go cup; that was sweet.

So these are the photos that I am willing to share of this excursion. It just shows that when you get together with high school friends, you are perfectly justified in acting like a kid again. Chicago does this to me.