Marathon of fun pt 1: Pride Brother

While people I love lots are in town (two groups from last Saturday until July 4), I am going to be posting under the headline "Marathon of Fun" because that is what it will feel like.

My brother came into town on Saturday afternoon--where my wonderful roommate picked him up from Midway. As soon as I got home from work, we left my neighborhood to go to the UIC Pavillion where we watched the Chicago Sky play the Washington Mystics (that is the WNBA for all concerned).

Ummm, the sky apparently don't are a little fuzzy on the concept of defense, and have all been reading "The Secret" so they have no use for rebounding. If they followed their shots that would assume that they wouldn't make them, and they believe they make them, so they cannot ever follow their shots. They also don't rebound defensively, so maybe they just don't like it. The Mystic chiquitas are MEAN! Holy elbow throwing under the hoop! Watching the game was pretty fun. They gave us fun noisy clapper things, and near the end of the game, basically the entire audience was invited to come out onto the floor and dance to that song that tells you what to do. Then we went out for beers and excellent appetizers downtown, while my brother rubbernecked at the very tall buildings before heading home and to bed.

The next morning, we arose bright and early to go to a champagne breakfast before the parade--the Pride Parade. That was fun, and we saw roller derby girls in costumes rolling down my street en masse on the way to the staging area. That was sweet. The Parade was fun, but we couldn't quite stay for the whole thing--we wer not quite drunk or gay enough. Even our token gay man got gayed out. So we went back to his place to barbeque and hang out.

Tonight will be Navy Pier and hoofing it around downtown. Tomorrow night cubs game, from the bleacher seats--which apparently is all fun all the time.