After the game, we jump on the Dan Ryan and get on the Stevenson and head west. We're going to my cousin Jane's, who is having the family Easter get-together this year. I feel like I'm driving to one of those places where, on those very old ocean navigational maps there would be a marking that says "There be dragons here". We rarely, if ever, travel to the south suburbs, and heading for 143rd Street in Orland Park just seems like a foreign land.

The drive is actually much shorter than I thought, and we get there in no time. Jane and Richard's place, though small, is just gorgeous and is laid out so well, that it feels much larger than it is. I, unfortunately, parked myself near this great homemade cheeseball of sour cream, Buddig ham and green onions. I couldn't stop myself. Pretty soon, the entire cheeseball is gone, prompting the ceremonial unveiling of Cheeseball II. Dinner was great, with Richard handing grilling a pork roast with two different marinades, and the traditional fried noodles (well, traditional for us). Dessert was way out of hand - by the time Myrina unpacked the two cakes for Emma's birthday, there was also on hand the apple pie, plus the 3 different ice creams and 8 different cookie selections, oh and brownies as well... there was enough food on the table for everyone to take their own complete dessert! I've never seen so much desserts before at one of our gatherings. It was a typical, loud, good time gathering. We enjoyed ourselves. Then we had to figure out how to get back to the Tri-State in the dark to get home. We made it just fine. I'm stuffed, though. Gonna be a rough night...