Right off the bat my plane was delayed. My flight had a stopover in Phoenix and they had grounded all planes due to bad weather... and by "bad weather" they meant a monsoon and the biggest storm in 10 years.
Meteorologist Ed Phillips said there's a good reason to close the airport during monsoon storms.
"It's all about safety. You don't want to fiddle around with these storms. Any gust of wind or loss of visibility or loss of traction on the runway -- you don't want to be playing around with that at all."
And that's exactly what happened.
Now I've been on some crazy plane rides before, but this was some whole other shit. Kinda like this but higher up.
We had to make an emergency landing in Tucson (what up Herm!) to refuel and wait for the weather to clear.
Once we finally touched down in Phoenix everyone cheered and what should have been a 50 minute flight had turned into 5 hours. I just sat back and and killed Jack and Coke's for the rest of the flight. I was out to have fun and get my grub on in Chicago and that's just what I did....
The plane ride didn't kill me, but Kuma's probably will. I know how bad it looks, but believe me, it was incredible (still not as good as D Castle's Dark Throne burger, which might be the greatest thing ever created). I ate half of it so there's only a 50/50 chance I'll go to hell.
Outside The Darkroom. I tried to take some "artsy" flicks, but they all came out blurry and dark as hell. Wonk waaah.
Drunk off my ass @ 4am. This pizza tasted like hot cardboard.
The infamous DG
Now this is what I'm talkin' about. You know I had to have some "official" Chicago style deep dish pizza before I left. The crust was 4 fingers thick. Insanity.
ODB art show @ Lotus Keep Gallery.
Outside People where Maker and I played Saturday night.
The lovely folks @ Wiener's Circle. This is what I got when I told em I was from Cali.
Bigbigbig shout out to the whole Chicago mafia: Maker, Mando, Pickel, Intel, D Castillo, Risa, Sang, Trew, Dreas, everyone @ Darkroom & People, the lovely couple in Wicker Park who let me pee by them, all the Strutters who made it out (Sexy B Nice, wha?!), and the staff of Wiener's Circle for making me feel like a champ.
Now it's time to work off this gut!