I am a little hung over today. Mandy and I attended a fundraiser for her theatre company last night. It took place at a brewery in the Pilsen neighborhood, around the block from the place where I had my costume fitting for my¬†Chicago Fire appearance. Basically, you can’t get there from here. Or anywhere.

The venue itself was pretty cool. It’s a bar up above the brewery floor, with catwalks that let you walk around and look down on the operation. And the beer is pretty good, too, if you like that sort of thing. I can take or leave beer, personally. But it wasn’t bad.

Unfortunately, I have reached that age where three beers are enough to give me a headache when I wake up the next morning. I’m moving a bit slow right now. I’ll manage, though. I’ve got a script reading at 11am. I should be fine by then.