Saturday night in South Bend

Here's something I didn't know. You can't get into a restaurant in South Bend on a Saturday night after a Notre Dame game, even when it's not a home game. I drove around for a bit and finally gave up and had a Blizzard at Dairy Queen.

Which, honestly, is what I wanted anyway.

I'm doing quite a lot of traveling this month, and today I found myself in South Bend. Presumably there was great rejoicing after the victory over the Wolverines, but I was tucked away in the embrace of Touchdown Jesus, so I didn't get to experience it.

But that reminds me of one of my favorite Dave Barry exchanges:

Attorney: "I object! Counsel is badgering the witness."
Opposing attorney: "Your honor, the record clearly shows that Rex here is a wolverine."
Judge (examining papers): "I'll allow it."

I have to travel tomorrow during prime church-going hours, so I had to find a Saturday evening Eucharist, which is not easy around here. Fortunately, Saint John of the Cross in Bristol has one, so service notes are up next!