Having A Blast
Having a Blast “It’s 7 AM,” I grumbled. “Why are we up at 7 AM?” “I remember,” I said. Best of Chicago voting is live now. Vote for your favorites » I thought about hanging up and going back to sleep. But I knew Erik would just keep calling until it was too late for him to go, and then he’d blame me for making him miss it. Besides, I’d never seen a building demolished before, and since I was already sort of awake–and still a little drunk–why not go?...