I spent Easter orphaned, but not alone. My pal Ryan played the roles of all family members. We picniced in Lincoln Park and then splashed in puddles all the way to get Ghiradelli's Hot Fudge Sundaes. It was awesome.
I have now been to a handful of Chicago stand-up open mic's. I am having a blast trying out different things. I'm learning a lot.
I learned a valuable life lesson:
Dancing naked to Pearl Jam in your apartment is dangerous and can lead you to not hear people at your front door who show up to look at your apartment three hours early. ...hypothetically...
My friend Cameron visited from California and spent the weekend with me. Having him around was awesome. It was a little slice of home. It was delightful. :-)
I went to a Ben Folds concert which was soooo good! The gal that opened for him totally rocked too. Katie Miller-Heidke was her name. The whole thing was acoustic and lovely and wonderful.
Today I climbed into a trash can that was disguised as a giant coffee cup and poured coffee all over myself. For details on the effects this event has had on my crime fighting skills see previous post.
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