I love South Bend on Daylight Savings Time. It's still twilight at 10:15. This is what it means to be summer.
Tonight Lynyrd Skynyrd performed in South Bend, and our new partner radio station and hero, WAOR (America's first classic rock station) hosted a Party on the Plaza in front of the Morris Performing Arts Center, and donated the proceeds of the beer tent (and whatever donations we collected in souped-up oatmeal canisters) to the Center for the Homeless.
I collected some new business cards, and now have:
1.) A lunch date (to be determined next week) with the head chef at the Palais Royale, an extremely good-looking Latino named Eddie.
2.) An offer from a trucker from La Porte, Indiana named Phil to ride on his Harley. He said he'd call me at work. I declined to give him my cell phone number outright.
Life is so fricking weird. But always funny.
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