I probably should have written more funny stories about cleaning, schlepping, dragging, lugging and reorganizing, but I felt that over the years of this journal, I’ve written enough stories about being here and doing that. I’ll just end that saga by saying that our work here is done.

Last night Andy, Vlad and I went to a party hosted by Andrew (I don’t think you can see the page if you’re not a member) the benevolent couchsurfer. When I emailed him and he responded I was under the impression that a few people were coming over for a potluck. A few people turned out to be 40 in his medium sized Bucktown apartment. We barely got a chance to speak to him, but had a great time. Good food, nice people, even a ukulele played by Vlad, Andy and various cute young enthusiastic, hip, drunken, artistic chicks.

Then we went a few miles away to the famous Cubby Bear Bar across the street from Wrigley Field. My friend Lainie’s brother’s band, The Silent Years was playing there. Laine and I saw them at The Viper Room in LA on one of our BEST VACATIONS EVER ™. I was kind of snarky before hand because I know her brother and didn’t think that he would have a band that was actually good. But I was surprised. I thought they were great. They recently opened for The Chapin Sisters in New York.

It was too early so we went down the street to The Blarney Stone to have a few drinks and some greasy snacks. Afterwards we walked back to The Cubby Bear and decided that it was too smokey and too late so we decided to drive back.

Tomorrow, The Museum of Science and Industry… maybe.