Apparently, I am not the only person (besides AmyFritz) who finds Hot Pot City a fabulous and interesting place to eat where you COOK YOUR OWN MEAT. How can you beat that?

Actually, you can.

Saturday, after the Waddle and before our plane was due to take off, Dena took us first to see the hookers on Van Buren Ave (some were sitting on newspapers, something that indicates to me that there was some type of leakage going on, but really, I didn't want to know) then in a moment of great inspiration, to the Park 'n Swap. As soon as she called that Walt, who was dropping off the pooped puppers at home, he was on his way in the banana mobile to join us. I knew that would get him! Not only did this magical place of wonder reside next to a dog track, it featured millions of Things to see and buy (I bought several bandannas to sport under my hockey helmet, including a killer one with 8 balls on it) and the best part -- a coverted golf cart that drove around looking for thirsty people to dispense beer from a tap and coke. That was heaven, when the cart rolled toward me offering two of my favorite beverages as I looked at Things and flew in the face of open container laws.

I think it was the highlight of my trip.