Thoughts From The Midwest

I spent all last week, with the exception of Weds night/Thurs evening, in the Midwest. The first part of the week was spent in Chicago for work, and the last part of the week I was in St. Louis for fraternity stuff - which felt like work. All in all I had a great time, but a lot of strange things happened along the way.

Chicago

• I never knew how small a world Chicago could be. I am definitely going to start hanging at hotel bars in Atlanta.
• The coolest thing I had for lunch in months was the pizza pot pie at Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder Company. It is very tasty and absolutely horrible for you.
• God bless Sales. It is the only profession where making out with a hot blonde in front of your co-workers is a good business move.
• Assertiveness with a smile can get you anywhere in work and in life. Who knew?
• If you make a bartender smile with your drink choice (a Manhattan in my case), he will make it very strong.
• W. Division St. must be kicking 7 days a week. Awesome.
• Girls love the business casual look (complete with sports coat).
• Three burgers and three rounds of drinks in ATL - $60-$70. The same at a hotel bar in this town? $150.
• Who knew that three days of boozing would murder your immune system?

And then there was St. Louis....

• Angry Jewish man accompanied by family yelling at the car rental shuttle because there is no room = WU Parents' Weekend. I actually pointed that out to him, smiling of course.
• The Residence Inn has a great penthouse option - but it is not worth $200 a night. Two bathrooms, a kitchen, and three beds was a nice setup though.
• Nati and I watched the baseball playoffs Thursday night at Krueger's on Clayton Rd. We still have no clue with whom the group of 30 hot young coeds dressed in seventies retro were affliated.
• Laclede's by SLU serves beer in the biggest disposable cups I have ever seen.
• You haven't lived until you watch college-age drunk white girls shout "Supersoak that ho!"
• After hanging out with a friend from high school I thought to myself, are my high school memories just old or repressed?
• I am pretty much going to assume anyone who self-identifies herself as polyamorous (as opposed to just a swinger) is self-absorbed and completely insane. In other words, I would only be interested if she was wasted.
• First sign I am truly getting older: I can't summon mojo in a club when I am coughing and hacking like a sick dog in Virginia.