Buy American

My friends from this post came back to the Chicagoland area this past week. They returned with a child. They skipped the whole "insert rod A into slot B, shake, stir, pour, bake at 96 degrees for 9 months" method and instead adopted. In these tough economic times, they chose to buy American and went with a local baby. This was the first time the baby had come to the Midwest, so they had a little party to welcome him. Like the wedding, this party was long on booze, short on people our age. They had their baby shower at a bar. With an open bar. I have classy friends.

For whatever reason, I was the only similarly aged friend to jump on the train and take it out to the suburbs. Sadly, I fouled up the train schedule and missed the train I wanted. This caused me to stay a little later than I really wanted to. Especially with none of our other friends there. I felt bad monopolizing my friends' time, as everyone else there was family. Nor could I really volunteer to help with the kid, because he is the first grandson on both sides and was by far the star of the show.

So after catching up as best I could, I just left a little early and spent my time reading and waiting for the train to take me back to the city. At least I had my pants.

On a brighter note, I made the best pork chops of my life on Monday. I love pork chops, but have always sucked at making them, always too dry. So I hope I have turned the corner here, because my life will be so much better if I have.