The evening took a strange turn, and, along with a group of friends, we ended up at a dance club downtown (you know, the kind with plasma screens playing two different movies from the Fast and the Furious franchise at the same time). The kind of place I end up in maybe once every two years, if that. Not really my scene.

Still, it was fun. And hey, two Fast and Furious movies.

Are these clubs always flooded with bachelorette parties? Because we saw several of them. Even more of them than we have to contend with in Wrigleyville, where we perform. Which is a lot.

One of the parties must have lost a tiara, because we ended up with it, each taking turns trying it on.