Seriously, I repeatedly chanted a quote of Walt Whitman that "To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every cubic inch of space is a miracle" like a fake protection spell when visiting Haymarket in downtown Lincoln just few minutes before sunset. There were mosquitoes as big as Fluffy, the gigantic three-headed dog found in Harry Potter universe, and my herbal mosquito repellent was running dangerously low. While Barry’s Bar & Grill, Brewsky’s, Buzzard Billy’s Armadillo Bar-N-Grillo, Capital City Grill, Lazlo’s Brewery & Grill, and other joyous hot spots were packed with fashionable Friday-Night-People, mosquitoes seemed to exclusively target my exposed skin, exercising their discrimination against members of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club.

Phew, what a beautiful night though.