What A Weekend

Once again, time is the tyrant today. A buddy of mine is in town and my routine has been thrown out of whack. As you can imagine, that is making me very happy. One of the benefits of having him here is that I can postpone some of my more mundane chores by using him as an excuse. I guess I'll buy toilet paper tomorrow.

The weekend was great. It started Friday when I went to the first game of Chicago's cross town classic with my brother. I drove to the "Cell" with a friend of mine and we enjoyed the fellowship that comes from tailgating. Nothing bonds people more that drinking in a parking lot and watching drunks try not to fall into the makeshift grills they are using to char some pork chops. My brother is usually able to score great tickets for any event. Friday was not his day. We had seats so high in the upper deck that they almost allowed me to, in the words of the late Ronald Reagan, "loose the surly bonds of Earth and touch the face of God." I'm not kidding, we were sitting higher that the bald eagle that flew in for the National Anthem. Despite the thin atmosphere and blustery conditions, the game was fantastic. The World Champion (I can't help it) White Sox easily dispatched the hapless Cubs, and the trashy hot female fans were out in force for both sides. Nothing says team spirit like a woman with 38 D's in a child size jersey. Batter up!

Saturday night I had the pleasure of hosting a show on WCKG. The management let me bring my own co-host. I brought in Mike Schmidt, a friend and fellow comic as well as a Chicago native. We had a great time. Mike and I have very similar senses of humor and the ability to riff on any number of topics. The mics came on and we started talking. Two hours later we had covered everything from riding mowers to ninja smoke pellets. Some people said we talked too fast, but I think they listened too slow. The feed back was all positive and hopefully soon we will take over the airwaves and make a generation of radio listeners pick up the pace and pay attention.

Yesterday was my brother Dennis' 40th birthday. Dennis has had a tough year and has come through it pretty well. After some coaxing from yours truly, he agreed to a small get together to celebrate the fact that he had made it this far. It was a typical Noonan get together with ten people talking over each other and the volume driving everyone else from the restaurant. In all seriousness, I'm proud of him. I won't get into details because I've been warned about divulging too much information, but suffice it to say he has had to work hard. My four brothers and I rarely share terms of endearment with each other. We never have, and for good or bad, that's how it stays. I know I can count on them, and them, me and that's the most important thing. So Happy Birthday Dennis! Keep up the good work.

I'm out, as the kids say. I've got a little more time with my pal, so I'll talk to you tomorrow. Later...Brian