And Friday morning I had a big rash/bruise/bump on my left hand…?!

Anyway, the whole thing was awesome. My first Cubs game, just in time to go to Mexico and say yes, I have been to a Cubs game at the legen-dary Wrigley. Famous!

We were supposed to arrive early, we didn’t. It was supposed to rain, it didn’t. The Cubs were supposed to loose… they didn’t!
Final: 6-4 with the fabulous 8th inning and its 5 runs (home run included.)

Thursday night was perfect. Hell, all day was perfect. I woke up early, worked a while, went running in the rain, had matzoh pizza for lunch, watched an episode of the Gilmore Girls (always good times), packed in less than an hour, wrote stuff for new client, went to the game, ate nachos, blue and pink cotton candy, and a soft pretzel. Si señor!

I even learned a lot about baseball, who knew. I can’t wait to see if I finally become a Cubs fan.
Ok now pretty pictures!

Jason, pregnant just before the game

Wrigley Field and its 40,102 peeps… 40,100 Cubs fans + 2 Philly fans. Gulp!

You’ve seen the flags, you know what this means.

Oh no!

Kinda long and kinda sobby, but super dreamy.
And my dreamy I mean unreal. I can’t even start listing the disadvantages of having the Olympics here. My hand would go into a carpal tunnel stroke…

Here’s what I’d say:

“Chicago 2016.
Come to Chicago. Smell the lake. Overeat at The Taste. Get salmonella. Ride the EL. Fight the homeless. Eat jalapeños, get salmonella again. Whistle at girls with miniature dogs. Throw up at the Ferris Wheel. Get stuck in traffic. Pay $5 for water at Whole Foods. Be amazed on how much construction detours we can come up with. Play in the beaches, just don’t touch the water.”

In other words, we like our city; it’s pretty, fancy and cute-messy, but there’s no need for 30 million people to be here at the same time. Plus, imagine how much trouble you’ll put Immigration through if they have to get rid of all the tourists that decide to stay.