Kito and I have returned from our weekend in Indianapolis. The city's downtown area was pretty lively on Saturday because it happened to be the day of the Circle City Classic, an annual football game pitting teams from two historically black universities against one another--or, as our cab driver helpfully explained, "It's a convention of black people."
That evening, Kito and I dined at St. Elmo Steak House, home of an allegedly world-famous shrimp cocktail that tastes like a mouthful of wasabi. Afterwards, we attended a performance of Phoenix Theatre's production of Spring Awakening, a musical about a group of fin de siècle teens whose horniness keeps causing them to sing mediocre rock songs. I've decided that whenever I'm out of town, I'm going to try to see a play produced by a local company in order to help put Chicago theater in perspective and combat my tendency toward provincialism. The verdict on this particular production: it was okay I guess!
In any case, I'm back.
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