Well, made it home relatively unscathed. Only my pride was hurt, when a shirtless guy in suspenders was high-fiving, then only gave me a "Cubs suck" upon seeing my shirt. So sad.
It's probably for the best, as I had my hands full being the douchbag who rides his bike through summer street fairs. By that time the parade was well over but Belmont was brimming with people to weave through.
Too busy to take pictures too, which struck me as borderline explotive anyway. Then again, if you're letting your freak flag fly, you have to expect to be exploited at least a bit. At least, it would be exploitive if people read the blog, which they don't. Good times.
Current beer-scale: 3.7
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