Bradley comes to South Bend

This past weekend, my friend Brad came to visit. Brad's currently relaxing after finishing law school and sitting for the Ohio bar, so he had a little free time to drive to South Bend and take in the sights.


Bradley is less than impressed with his South Bend accommodations.

On Friday afternoon we played some golf on the Notre Dame 9-hole course.


Bradley hits a nice shot out of the bunker.

Saturday was a day of football. We kicked things off with Brooke's "Tailgate Without a Tailgate"(TM) cookout. After some food and beer, we headed to the stadium to watch Notre Dame crush Penn State, 41-7. Then it was back to Brooke's for pizza and the Ohio State-Texas game. This hotly anticipated game had been preceded with a week's worth of good-natured smack talk between Brooke and me. Best of the week:

Setting: Law school lounge, approximately 9:45am. Brooke has just walked up to our table.

Me: So Brooke, how do you like your steaks cooked?
Brooke: (pause) Um, medium rare. Why?
Me: Well, I figured there'll be plenty of beef to go around after the Buckeyes slaughter the Longhorns this weekend!
Onlookers: Oh, snap!

In spite of this buildup, the banter during the game was a bit anti-climactic. We were all pretty tired at this point and it was all we could do to muster the appropriate cheers for good plays by our respective teams. When it was all over, Brad and I were psyched that OSU prevailed.

Before Brad took off on Sunday, we went out for breakfast at the American Pancake House. The food was great, and I have to go back if for no other reason than to pick up the placemat with an ad for the ultimate miracle concoction, an all-natural panacea for all that ails ya. I'd tell you more about it, but I can't remember what it's called. (You know, because I didn't get a placemat and therefore have to go back.)

All in all, it was a fun weekend and it was good to see Brad again. If you're interested in planning an exciting destination vacation to exotic South Bend, contact your travel agent. And once s/he finishes laughing at you, send me an email.

(NOTE: It probably goes without saying, but the pictures posted above are not actually of Brad, but are instead actors in dramatic reenactments of actual-ish events.)