We had a pretty wonderful time. Robbie seemed to have brought the nice weather with him and Chicago was a completely different city. Don't believe me? I have photographic proof:
I swear to god, that's Chicago.
We didn't do much but lounge around the crib and occasionally take a nice stroll somewhere. Something I never thought I'd see what Preston and Robbie lounging in the Gene Siskel Theatre. Talk about synergy.
It felt like the scene in Heat when Pacino and DeNiro finally met over a tense meal only the meal was a movie with Janet Gaynor and no one was tense at all.
I think the only low moment of the entire trip was when a telescope stole a quarter from Robbie.
It was his last one.
Sadly, all this fun had to come to an end. Robbie is back down south and I'm back in the Big Apple. Tonight I record the third episode of Friday Night with Kevin Gannon and let me tell you:
This one's a doosey.
2 comments:
Seriously wouldn't mind dying and waking up in that first pic.
Or second.
Or third, for that matter.
Oh Ezra's such a hoot.
Where's the friday night with kevin gannon, kevin gannon?
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