to the Masquerade, I just was too tired.
Starting at the usual time – I felt like
which might be the Chicago equivalent of the “Tiny Bang Story” game.
And, if you wanted a complete bit of insanity – there was this –
and continually under revision.
The end result of which was by the time I was done at 1930, I was done. The thought of staying for the Masquerade just was not appealing. By far better was the thought of getting a real meal by stopping somewhere along the walk back to Ms Sopranos place.