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This time a month ago I was very busy and very stressed planning Potato's surprise birthday party.  Amazingly he had no idea.  There was a good showing and I was really happy that so many people were able to come out especially since the party didn't start till 11PM and we were up till 5AM the night before. Somebody pointed out at the party that Potato is a good person to throw a surprise party for because he's pretty oblivious.  I can't help but agree.  However, I don't think I'll ever throw him another surprise party.  It was really hard not being able to talk about things openly with him and to be able to whine about things when needed (that's what relationships are about, right?).  

Potato actually got 3 birthdays this year because he had one on his birthday and a couple days later we went to the Bulls/Pistons game at the Palace.  It should have been an easy win for the Bulls but they made it interesting by going into OT and winning.  This game is up there with Mark Buehrle's perfect game for most exciting sporting events I've ever been to.  I was worried we got there that maybe I shouldn't have worn my Rose (RIP) t-shirt because I'd be in enemy territory.  When I got to the Palace I realized that this was a silly concern.  The crowd was about 40/60 Bulls/Pistons fans.  I wasn't out of place at all.  

Packed house.  

Besides Potato's birthday extravaganza not too much has been going on.  I'm still taking this math class that I really hate but I'll be done with soon.  

We went to the Sox-Tigers game in Detroit yesterday.  I know everybody talks shit about Detroit but the downtown area is really cool.  The baseball and football stadiums are literally right next to each other and in the heart of the city.  The stadium itself is really sweet.  It's built low so that you can watch the game from the street.  It kinda goes without saying but has a lot more character and is nicer than the Cell.  The beers were also a lot cheaper.  They were selling PBR for $5... which is still morally wrong but seemed like a good idea at the time.  

The weather was awesome and so was the game.  The Sox came back in the 9th to win.  We were one of about ten Chicago fans in the stadium so we kept the celebration down to a minimum.  I actually started chanting "U-S-A! U-S-A!" after the win because nobody could get mad at me for being patriotic.  

I suppose that's it for current events.  I'll be in town for Mother's day.