Bad Boys, Whatcha Gonna Do: Kathleen and I went to a Halloween house party in Lincoln Park, where hundreds of people visited throughout the evening. At about 2:00 AM, a guest arrived dressed convincingly as a Chicago police officer. Patting him on the back and offering high fives, several people complimented his authentic costume. Problem is, he wasn't wearing a costume.
10/27/2002
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Costas Cost Us: Not to be confused with the recent posts about my procreating friends, I had an interesting day at the Breeder's Cup Championship at Arlington Park. Dennis, Brook and I sneaked around outside the track for an hour, until we found a scalper who would sell us three of the $140 seats on the cheap. Bob Costas provided the narration just a few feet away. I would've won lots of money, if it weren't for a technicality: the horses that I bet on didn't cross the finish line first.
10/27/2002
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Spit Happens: In sixteen or seventeen years, if Preston attracts the same level of attention from the girls that he did during our outing today, this cutie will be swimmin' in women. Little jerk.
Note to self: remember, crapping your pants in public is only cute when babies do it.
10/20/2002
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Don't Drink and Dance: Some of my favorite people meet for a birthday celebration at a winery in Augusta, Missouri. You knew I had a camera, and a web site. Why'd you act that way?
10/17/2002
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Blues Vs. Blackhawks: Theresa comps me a killer ticket in a posh box at Savvis Center in St.Louis. It was St. Louis vs. Chicago: If I only had a shred of familiarity with either team, or a faint interest in hockey, the personal irony would've been unbearable.
10/07/2002
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And You May Ask Yourself, How Did I Get Here? Three days, 3.7 babies. All my friends are havin' them. Seems like the thing to do. A brief trip to St. Louis provided some insight into what really matters. Aww. Same as it ever was.
10/07/2002
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