School has pounced upon me like an angry penguin.
I went to the Illinois vs. California game Saturday, my first foray into watching college football down here (and my only college football watchingness aside from my brother’s days at University of Chicago. Oh, was that horrible. It was always cold and he never played. I suspect he wasn’t even there for one of the games we went to). The Illini lost.
On the plus side of life, I’ll be in Vegas a month from tomorrow. My brother, the same one previously mentioned in a football capacity, is turning 30 years old and to celebrate we’ll spend a long weekend in Vegas for my birthday.
If that logic evades you, you are not a Reardon.