Bears lose. Bears lose. Blargh.

So, after what started out as a terribly promising game turned into a total blargh-fest, Trevor and I left Sean and Angie's place in a cold, cold, Chicago funk. The food was good, the company was terrific, but the game was ultimately a disappointment. I'm not looking forward to all of the blarghy faces in class and around campus tomorrow. Super Bears. Super blargh.