There's no reason for crying over it, so they say. I, on the other hand, drank a Baily's shot out of a chocolate shot glass, then balanced a moist, warm piece of chocolate "paradise" cake on my arm, Gran Marnier margierita in my right hand, and promptly dropped my cake on Wallace's carpet. The animosity was palpable. I ate it anyway. 5 second rule dominates over pomp any day.
First mobile blogging attempt- Sitting 8 rows up at the Hawks game. Pictures will follow. Starting 5 look good, Bibby is back! Wallace, the box bartender's making good 'ritas. Pretty solid Tuesday night.