Monday, Mike, Connie, Rob, and I hit Flapjaws after class where Mike regaled us with stories of the Bonesetter he saw out in the sticks in Ireland who fixed his back. After dinner and some law banter with Terry at Flapjaws on Thursday, I went to the SBA at Mystic Celt on Southport. Friday morning, after work and watching some court TV shows with Charlie, I picked up Sara (and Zach who called at the last minute and needed a ride) to this Russian Place up in Skokie. Back in Italy, the girls talked about doing a Russian night at this fancy place: multi-course meal, 1 bottle of wine, 1 bottle of vodka, and 1 bottle of champagne. It was a little pricey, but the cheesy Russian hit-parade cover band made up for the price of admission. Sara, however, was acting strange and standoffish. When I dropped her off, I was close to calling her on it, but she seemed determined to get out of the car as soon as possible, so I let it go.
Saturday, I was in a foul mood and spent some of the evening walking down Michigan in the drizzling rain. Later that night I met Charlie, Matt, Tiffany, and Matt A (Charlie's roommate from Rome) at Kerryann and Bryan's (two third-years who Charlie met in Rome). The night was spent sitting out on their porch, sucking down beer, and poking fun at Olympic Rhythm Gymnasts. It was a sorely-needed night away from my bad mood and brewing woman troubles.