I went to Chicago (again), this time with Amanda so that the female roommates from our Grand River house could all get together. We took the train part of the way. A warning- trains and hangovers don't go together very well. Also, it's very easy to miss the train and get stuck waiting for two hours for the next one to come.
Anyway, we went to a some dive bar where there was a big mushy loogie-ish thing on my beer bottle. It wasn't pineapple. I drank it anyway:
Brendan stuck to ketchup:
Amanda and Anne drinking matinis, oh so classy:
Me, Amanda:
My body looks weird and bendy in this picture, but other than that we look pretty hot. I think :
