Meanwhile, back from Candyland.

Last weekend, when I wasn't thinking about the theological implications of living in a world without certain candy (the evil we do not speak of) I was busy attending a party.

If one were to visit my Photo Blog entitled "Picture Pages", not only could you enjoy the nostalgia of the Bill Cosby reference, but you could see the visual representation of said party. It was... for lack of a better word... awesome sauce.

I haven't seen my friends Tristan, Crossman, Becky, and Ashlie in quite awhile. So I got the word and we all decided to converge on Ashlie's apartment in Chicago. There were supposed to be about 11 people at the dinner party. But as fate would have it. Ashlie got a phone call that afternoon. Her cousin's husband Jeff (being a campus minister) and his friend Steve (being a college age minister) were on a road trip and happened to be in the area. They were taking a "pre-roadtrip roadtrip." This means that they normally take kids on a Spring Break Mystery Roadtrip and they were now scouting out stuff to do on this trip. So their travels brought them to Chi Town. So randomly they called Ashlie to see if they could crash at her place. They could and they did.

Steven and Jeff were kindred spirits. Jeff was a cool guy and Steve can only be described (to LCC people) as the product of Benji Maur and Bob Kudavali having a child. This being a wonder of it's own. Both Jeff and Steve have special places in my heart now. We all had dinner, all 13 of us, and then played some outrageous Taboo and Tetris Attack. It was a great time and I'm sure Ashlie's neighbors would have yelled at us to keep it down if they were less chill.

The crazy thing is that Jeff and Steve left dinner to scalp tickets to the Bulls game and I believe they got in. I was never given a strait answer, but I'm going to tell the story as I think it happened.

Jeff and Steve went to the United Center to try and get tickets to that night's game. Being that they are from Florida, they are an hour ahead of us. So, they arrived at the game at half-time, making tickets dirt cheap. They watched the second half of the game and returned to Ashlie's for the night. The next morning, they decided that they wanted to go see "Wicked" the stage production. I reminded them that tickets were sold-out until the end of time, but they were not deterred. There is a lottery an hour before each showing. They reserve 20 seats and have a drawing for them. So sure enough, just to drive home the point that I am, in fact, the ONLY person that has not seen Wicked, they won tickets. Not just that. They went to the early show and Steve won one ticket. This did them no go and they sold the ticket to someone else, went to lunch on the money and then reentered for the afternoon show. Steve again won. Two tickets for the lucky guys from Florida.

The rest of us couldn't believe it. There were other events that weekend involving curry, someone jumping off a balcony drunk, getting punched in the temple, and me whipping the crap out of a bowl of tiramisu. But it is neither the time nor the place to discuss such things.