I'm an adult now.
Photogal is out of town, I was out with the Boyz in the Band (and their lovely ladies), went dancing and ended up at The Continental, and through it all I managed to not get into a single altercation or unpleasant situation. All the sign for Whiskey-soaked Tankboy pointed to "yes," but I somehow managed to behave myself all evening.
It's a miracle!
Also, the response to Chicagoist's coverage of the Cheetah Gym roller coaster has been rather surprising / overwhelming. Who knew a gym would have that kind of reach over folks?
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