Chicago is crazy anywhere near St. Patrick's Day. It only being two days away, people were staggering around, wearing as much green as possible and generally having a good time. We played at a cool club with a small stage. Brian tried to say hello to a couple of girls in Japanese, only for one of them to reply to him, "We are not Japanese". Oops. The last set was a bit rocky, but we made it through. I drove us home after the show. My head hit the pillow at about 7:00am.