At approximately 1:00am, the fire alarm began going off here in the beautiful Hyatt Regency O’Hare. I say began because it went on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, for about 20 bloody minutes. Now it’s over, and we’ve moved on to an automated voice repeatedly asking for everyone’s attention and that they’re assessing the situation and asking for everyone’s attention and that they’re assessing the situation and asking for everyone’s attention and that they’re assessing the situation and–well, I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Thank you, Anonymous Fanboy Alarm Setter Offer, for creating an impromptu pajama party consisting of now wide-awake people standing around on the walkways on every level of this big atrium-style hotel. If Wolverine were here, he’d raise his brewski in salute to you while nodding his shadow-cloaked head in your direction. Then he’d get on a motorcycle and drive off and go on a berserker attack with his adamantium claws and then he’d have sex with a lady. Also, ninjas!