If you ever wanted to go on the weirdest vacation ever, get yourself to Chicago, rent a car, and drive down to New Orleans. Stop at strange wineries where the wine pourers forget to zip their pants, visit cities that are semi-cool but littered with great beverages, food, and occasional sites (like an arch where you can get into a pod and shoot up to the top – holla!), and without a doubt, grab some Rainbow Twizzlers to keep you going. Make sure you have your “fat pants” with you though, because by the middle of the week, you’ll need them. But first, see a great friend’s nuptials. Hang out with your old work buddies. And sit at the table of white folk that won the dance-off. Yeah, we did that. Felicia aka homeslice – congrats! The next day, our visit to Chicago unfortunately very short, we had a...
