I never thought I would say this so soon, but I wish I was on my way back to LA right now. Chicago, I give in. Your kind of cold can kill a man, even walking from the car to the hotel. It's the kind of cold that first stuns one skin, quickly making its way through your slow-flowing blood, and attacks the bones.

Good God.

A laugh might be in order here. Watch these two dudes try to get out of a dirty dancing violation with their principle.