The 4th in Chicago was... interesting. Besides the thousand or so Blackcats blown off by the neighborhood kids until 10 pm and the quarter sticks of dynamite exploding across the street, as the Boss said, "I don't think we're staying in Chicago for the Fourth again..."
I am sure that the people across the street spent between 1 to 2 grand in fireworks as their display was the equivalent of a small town in Nebraska's yearly Homeland Security Defense Fund 4th display. The problem is they were blowing their rockets off of their roof and they were exploding over Montrose! I really don't know the safety precautions of rocket propelled aerial displays, but I'm thinking the fact that most "legal" displays only light off such fireworks in pretty controlled areas far from the crowds says, they were not taking proper safety measures. Furthermore, they had been outside drinking since about 2 in the afternoon... which also may prove this point.
On Saturday, the Chef and Molly threw one heck of a party with great games, food and more. The Boss and I had to depart prior to the more... the the games and food were wonderful! Happy 30th Chef and thanks for the great eats.
A side note... the Rooster made his return appearance to the Chicagoland area at the Chef's party. It was good to see the little guy. It has been nearly a year since we hung out... last August to be exact, but as always it was good to see him.
Other than that... Bascom the Wonderdog goes to the Doc for a final check up on her dog flu. We're hoping she is done with the antibiotics. She has been acting much more lively and not coughing over the last few days... which we take as a good sign.
Hope you all had a good weekend! Talk to you later.
No update on the little one? Have you already tired of your child-rearing phase?
Posted by: 'Duk | July 07, 2008 at 09:07 AM
Tired... no. But I figured to save all from the tales of spitting up, pooping and eating.
Posted by: Mr. W | July 07, 2008 at 02:48 PM