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Not much new. A late start again... I feel like I'm recovering from something, but I'm not sure what. I spent most of the afternoon at a Starbuck's in downtown Evanston using their fast wireless internet connection to deal with my email and upload my schwanky new U.S. Trop Photo Essay website. When Alex got home we ordered a deep dish chicago style pizza -- mmmmmm -- and wasted no time sitting down to face off in the backgammon championship match. I returned the score to 0-0 from being down 13 points. In the end I owed alex .50¢, or the monetary equivalent of two points. Arg. I really was planning on having bloody backgammon hands of victory, but it'll have to wait until our next meeting. I packed up my things and bid adieu at 8:30pm and rode south on I-90/94, west on I-55, and then south on I-294 to the 95th St. exit in eastern Palos Hills. I was meeting up with Keith Atneosen, a friend from high school, who is living in Palos Hills. Keith moved out to the Chicago area to train for upper management for Sears. Sitting in the Sears parking lot waiting for Keith to get off work I noticed a cop car circling. After sitting and watching me for a few minutes he pulled up and rolled his window down. I was expecting him to ask me what I was doing sitting in the parking lot, but instead he thrust an Aerostitch Rider's Warehouse catalog out the window at me and said "look familiar?" I cracked up and proceeded to talk to him about my trip, riding gear (an Aerostitch Darien from Aerostitch Rider's Warehouse of course), his bike, etc. We shook hands and he wished me the best of luck on the remainder of my trip. I guess all cops aren't bad. Keith eventually appeared and after a quick "good to see you," we headed to his apartment to get my stuff stowed and go get some refreshments. The night was pretty low key -- basically we drank too much Miller Lite and B.S.'ed about what we've been doing with ourselves. We eventually ended up in an irish bar in western chicago somewhere and met up with a couple of Keith's co-workers and proceeded to get spanked at darts and watch one of Keith's co-workers get wrecked. Unfortunately the over consumption of alcohol didn't slow Keith's friend down and he was throwing triple everythings and plenty of bullseyes to boot. Definitely his game. Late to bed... 4am or so.
Total Mileage for Day: 51 |
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