Tonight the PLHB and I went to a Chicago pizza party hosted by some friends of his. They'd immported quite a few pizzas from Chicago and the Champaign-Urbana area, supplemented them with a few from Patxi's, and served them up to friends and family. Afterward, they did a backyard showing of Ferris Bueller's Day Off. The food was awesome, and the party was excellent. Chicago style pizza is the best!
Tomorrow my hair gets repurpled. Hallelujah. I'm disturbingly blonde right now.
The Ducati is slowly but surely getting dismantled, scrubbed, polished, buffed, and lovingly made beautiful. Last Sunday I threw a bunch of parts in the back of the car, then took them to a car wash and pressure washed the bejeezus out of them. This turned out to be a great idea.
My doctor gave me a new prescription today. The instructions on the bottle say to eat a banana or drink a glass of orange juice every day. Hmmm, OK. Twist my arm.
I'm looking forward to BARGE, which starts soon. Yay!