NP: John Cage, 4'33" (soulpower mix)

I'm not sure how this is possible, but I accidentally parked in a handicapped spot last night.

Let me explain. You know how, on nearly every handicapped parking space in every parking lot, there's a sign at roughly eye level that indicates it as such, on top of the wheelchair painted on to the ground? Well, I was pulling into the Waldron Deck at Soldier Field last night after not being able to get in at ramp 41 to unload the P.A. system, and wanted to make the distance to the gate as short as possible. At the north end of the lower level were the normal array of handicapped spots, with markings both on the ground and on the walls. Across from them, there were no signs on posts or anything, so I parked there.

Later on, a friend of mine made some snide comment about parking so close. I did think it was a little odd that noone else was anywhere near me. On the way out of the stadium, I noticed that there was, actually, a yellow wheelchair painted on the ground I had parked over. This hasn't been a good week for me and the comprehension of parking spaces. Fortunately, this time went without incident, as none of the spots were being used anyway. And I've got pictures of the other one. I think I've got a legitimate case.

Inside, the gig went fine. Several groups of teenage girls saw fit to run up to the stage screaming, so I can die knowing I've had said teenage girls screaming for me on stage. Sparky was unable to throw me off this time, and I serenaded him with "Werewolves of London," which is the closest tune I've got in the arsenal that could be deemed appropriate. I also noticed -- and mentioned several times from the stage -- that I suddenly have many things in common with Dave Matthews. He and I have both played Soldier Field, appeared on Chicagoland billboards and been played on Chicago radio. The main difference is that if I was in a band with sax and violins, they wouldn't suck. Also, he has hit records and a ton of money.

I wasn't involved in any real notable debauchery for Weeza's birthday bash after the game last night, but there were some choice pictures that resulted. Hopefully I'll actually see those. And I ran into Justin Mapp and Craig Capano from the Fire outside a 7-Eleven in Wicker Park at two in the morning, which was sort of weird. The team sorta sucked hard last night during the game, so conversation was a little awkward, but very brief, so I guess that's okay.