Sorry, I should have said something about being gone a few days. I didn’t have a bad reaction to the Zicam — in fact, I owe those of you who recommended it for the Kollege Kold a big wet germ-free kiss — but I did have another engagement, which in my KK misery I nearly forgot was coming.
Fortunately, I managed to pack my bag and make the other arrangements necessary to go to Chicago with the Fellows.
Yes, three days visiting the Hog Butcher to the World with my fFs. Short version: Frontera Grill, Board of Trade, Trib, Billy Goat, Art Institute, Field Museum, Miller’s Pub, architectural walking tour, architectural boating tour, visit with Alex, yadda, etc.
Longer version in a bit.
Pam said on October 27, 2003 at 9:42 am
Since you went to the Billy Goat and you also mentioned the cultural differences with some of your fFs, did anyone explain the Curse of the Goat? That’s why they lost, not The Fan.
Nance said on October 27, 2003 at 9:55 am
No one brought up the curse of the goat, because we were too taken with the idea that a party of 22 people could walk into a bar, be told what they would be ordering (the “cheezborger, cheezborger” guy) and then be shuffled off to a table to eat a fairly mediocre cheezborger. This stunned our foreign fellows, especially the vegetarian.