Me, Jimmy, Marla, and her daughter Liza who was around for the five minutes before I drove to O'Hare AirportMy short vacation in Chicago turned out to be a real kicker. Friday night I toasted to friends and family with my Uncle Jimmy and his girlfriend Marla in Lake Forest, a fancy suburb North of Chicago. We kept the wine flowing late into the evening and I even got a dance in with Marla. Saturday I got to have lunch with my old friend Jeannette in the Swedish district of Evanston at a place called M. Henry's. We also tried in vain to find me a new shirt, as my favorite one tragically shrunk in Jimmy's drier the night before.
On top of my Program Manager duties I'm also acting as security when drunken hotel patrons pee in the parking lot AND perform as DJ Sisler Mondays at Roanoke's Holiday Inn
Roanoke has the smallest airport I've ever seen, with about three gates and one security entrance that is sparsely populated with travelers and a bored airport security guard. Tonight I'm driving to Richmond, VA where I'll see Bobby Bare Jr., Lucero, and Whiskey & Co. rock the night away with music dubbed as "alt. country" and "punk country." I hope I don't drink too many PBR tall boys.
On top of my Program Manager duties I'm also acting as security when drunken hotel patrons pee in the parking lot AND perform as DJ Sisler Mondays at Roanoke's Holiday InnRoanoke has the smallest airport I've ever seen, with about three gates and one security entrance that is sparsely populated with travelers and a bored airport security guard. Tonight I'm driving to Richmond, VA where I'll see Bobby Bare Jr., Lucero, and Whiskey & Co. rock the night away with music dubbed as "alt. country" and "punk country." I hope I don't drink too many PBR tall boys.
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