Most of Sunday was spent at the abode of my next hosts, picodulce and doraphilia, who are always extremely kind and welcoming. They had a barbeque to commemorate my visit and the birthday of dammittim, and to my great delight, rum_holiday and her husband Doug were also there! The only thing that makes a visit to Chicago better is the presence of my old pals, so this one was awesome indeed. (Also, Norman and Dora’s dog Otis is a champeen.) Dora claims that I got polluted and macked on one of her friends, but I only remember the getting polluted part of that. That night, we did something else, but I was too drunk to remember that either.
Monday, I headed downtown to pay a call on the A.V. Club office, and a bunch of us went to Hot Doug’s, arguably the finest dining establishment in the history of food, for lunch. (I also subjected Keith and Scott to my ridiculous car, for which I am deeply sorry.) Then, it was back to Norman and Dora’s to get some freelance work done, and generally take it easy before the Jeopardy! audition.
I wrote about the big day here, so I won’t repeat myself; I’ll just say it was a pretty good time, and I’m glad I did it regardless of whether they ultimately pick me to stand tall before the Man Named Trebek. My flight home was uneventful, unless you consider four gate changes and a nearly four-hour delay eventful. All of you who I saw when I was there, you’re the salt of the earth and I miss you; anyone I didn’t see, well, hit a brother up one of these sometimes.