Gotta go to Chicago, tw*ts
Summer of shakin is over. Business travel begins. First opportunity for the new co-workers to witness shakin after hours. Dinner together (dammit) should be fine, I can nurse some brews and keep it together. But then I'm going to catch a cab and hit Buddy Guy's bar (Legends) like I was shot out of a cannon, soak up some awesome live blues and run some taps dry over there. Getting back to my room at 2:30 a.m. without running into anyone will be the challenge. Although in my state I'll probably end up loudly knocking on doors and waking people up to see who wants to hit the hotel bar for a nightcap.