Dylan, Bourdain, & a Dead Battery

Yeah, that's about the size of it for this weekend... but good times were had by all (just me and Rach-face.) It was nice getting together, blowing the "show money" without a ton of pyschos around. As usual, we dove into some good food and lots of frivolous entertainment. As long as we made it back to BG alive and got her back on the morning train out of Toledo, nothing else mattered (and we got to learn a lot about car batteries and alternators while traversing Detroit and Ann Arbor late at night.)