The best plan of attack in these flyby visits to Chicago is to hold court at a bar and invite everyone.
Goddamn if they didn't come!
Buckets, Baywatch, E money, Jackie and Jill, Johnny T and the Future Wife, Sarah and The Soc, Melrose Place (original lineup), The MacGregors. . .
This is starting to sound like the lineup of the second stage at some sweaty college music festival.
And although the evening was loud and beer-filled, there wasn't a ton of sweating and no frat boys.
At one point Luc had a strange message on his hand, though:
It was an evening that clicked past at an astonishing rate, and I felt a little guilty for not being able to give everyone equal attention. Luckily, they entertained each other, and I'll take what I can get.