BLACK WEDNESDAY

Back in the day when Valhalla was a not-so-fat guy in a little jacket, he was a DJ on the great SW Side of Chicago. And every year, I worked the Gin Mill on Black Wednesday(BW). Now BW is a night that anything can happen and usually does - women who wouldn't look at me if my hair was on fire suddenly want to make out. Guys who owe me money pay up. Old friends show up out of nowhere. BW is a night full of possiblities. Nowadays, law enforcement has become more proficient & high-profile on this night of nights, making it a bit riskier to be out - so I encourage you all to heed the following advice:

Make your life and Thanksgiving ALOT easier by NOT driving if you're going to party. I make arrangements to be dropped off and when it's over, I take that $20 I stashed out, call a cab and arrive safe, sound and most importantly, NOT in handcuffs. If you've ever had to bail someone out on Thanksgiving morn, you know the definition of "one fucking miserable-long day". My buddy, Magoo, calls it "planned alcoholism" on "amatuer night". He's not THE smartest guy around, but in this case, he knows of what he speaks!

Be smart - be safe. We still got NYE to get through.....and now, where are da women?!