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Wednesday, 4 May -- leave house in Wauwatosa around three p.m., driving to Chicago. I phone Brian (a friend from Peace Corps, and, yes, the same of Cluj incident) en route, somewhere near Lake Forest, I think, to see if he will be up for a few beers and find out he and a friend of his from high-school (who happens to be Romanian-American -- what a country!) are taking in the Weezer show at the Aragon. Brian informs me tickets are going for face on e*bay, so getting in for same on ticket bought on street outside venue should be cake. I proceed to show, share Weezer over a trio of MGD (and I thought Chicago was a Busch town -- hey, hey, for looking out, Chicago!), and have kebabs on Halsted and Stella at the Gin Mill (at which I check out the slutted-out, horny-as-hell Northwestern girls dancing on the bar and laying the mack on the desperados also in attendence; I also nigh pay for my 4$ beer by putting a five spot down the cleavage of the waitress (Brian stops me, and hands the bill to her; I then re-direct my 1$ change to her, as tip, but not down her shirt)). That nite, I sleep in the YH-Chicago on Wabash and Congress.
Thursday, 5 May -- Feliz Cinco de Mayo! I awake early enough, about nine a.m., and shower. Proceeding from that, check out of hostage and retrieve car from overnite lot. Then, to Walgreen's on North, to get SpeedStick Gel (in packing, I included all my toiletries save deodorant), and a trip to Earwax, for brunch with a friend from MKE who had moved to Chicago. I eat the Veggie Hash -- surprisingly, it does not come in cubes, unlike the Hash at Johnny V's in 'Stallis -- and am impressed by the spiciness. My sinuses cleared, I pay the bill and leave, to travel fifty-five to Springfield. I arrive Springfield around five p.m., and rendezvous with an acquaintance I had met at another concert in Chicago, in February, and with whom I had been emailing since. As the nite progresses, we get reasonably tippled (ok, this is a lie; we were stone-sober, which makes it surprising that she would fuck me) and end up having sex. Good times.
Friday, 6 May -- Drive to Louisville for next day's races.
Saturday, 7 May -- Prowl infield at Churchill. Have a couple mint juleps. See a tall man in a huge foam cowboy hat -- think Norm McDonald as Burt Reynolds -- hoisting women on his shoulders and having them flash their breasts. (Amazing the number of camera-phones that rise simultaneously -- those tits must be on a thousand porn sites by now.) Eat shredded beef barbecue. Watch an exciting race -- on which I have no money; maybe next time? Return home, in by midnite.
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