Faineant Friday. I think I hate ten pin bowling because I'm so shit at it. Anyway it's a good excuse to get pissed on buddweiser.

Smooth Jazz Saturday. On Saturday we went out for dinner then took a taxi to the Green Mill. Unfortunately there was a line to get in and it was bloody cold. So we took another taxi to Rush St and found somewhere called the Back Room, sat down and listened to some jazz. It was some quartet playing but I never got their name. The performance was really enjoyable, if you like Smooth Jazz, you would have liked these guys. They played some classics like Say Yeah and Never Too Much. The guy on the keyboards was an ace; his solos were definitely the highlight for me. He had a micromoog synth, which was totally awesome! The dude on electric guitar was a great performer, very funny. They were going through this cheesy song called That's The Way Love Is. It was almost too romantic... until he stomped on a previously unseen distortion pedal and broke into a medley of rock songs including You Shook Me All Night Long, Foxy Lady, Smoke On The Water, etc. Then they returned to the love song. I wish I bought their CD.

Superbowl Sunday. The only reason NFL exists is to serve as a platform to deliver advertising to the American public. The people who watched the superbowl for its sporting content would probably also watch Big Brother for its value as psychological research and social commentary... Hey that was me!

This dude hangs around the bridges near Michigan Ave and busks with his sax. On Saturday, when I took that photo, the temperature was below zero, and it was fairly windy. What a champ!