On Thursday, after picking up my friend Mark from O'hare, we decided to stop by Clybar to visit some friends and celebrate Cinco de Mayo. Clybar was supposed to have a piñata, but Mark and I arrived too late to get any whacks in. However, my friend Carrie admitted that she has a piñata at home which has been aging for eight years. Maybe some day she'll let me whack that piñata. We'll see.

Thursday evening, on the way to Clybar, I finally saw the water stain underneath Chicago's Kennedy Expressway on Fullerton Avenue. Many trusting people have looked at the water stain and seen the image of Jesus Christ' earthly mother. Circumstancially, the waterstain was vandalized an hour after Mark and I saw it. I swear we had nothing to do with it! (Allegedly, Mary has since reappeared.)

Weekend
Friday night was a night to catch up around the Palacio. I ended up falling asleep at 11:30, am I getting old? On Saturday I woke up early and golfed at Jackson Park with my Dad, brother and Ceebs. I shot a 118, which is about right for me. I've golfed twice already, so I have ambitions to play a lot more this summer and improve my game considerably.

Back to O'hare
After golf, I took a bus to the Loop to buy a travel book for Brussels. Next Friday I will visit Belgium for the first time. I am greatly looking forward to a weekend of mussels, waffles, chocolate, beer and fries.

Now I've got to get out of here and head to O'hare...