Chi City

The drive from Milwaukee to Chicago was supposed to be a short one, but we were wrong about that. Lots of traffic and road work made it pretty clear that the East coast was becoming closer and closer. The middle of the country is vast and empty and it was a shock to get back to all the congestion. After tormenting and being tormented by an angry parking lot attendant, Justin and I were both in DHM mode. We stayed at a hostel that was more like a hotel, very nice and clean. Checked out the Tastes of Chicago Festival on Lake Michigan which seemed OK but we were craving beer and pizza so we split pretty quickly. Funny thing about Chicago was that NO ONE knew where to find a pizza place, and Chicago is supposed to be famous for that. We asked around and everyone seemed to be either a moron or disinterested in pizza. Walked around and got frustrated and eventually settled for Chipotle, which was awesome, but not what we had in mind.

Took a quick nap at the hostel to digest and woke up feeling much better. Fun night out on the town with the fellas. Joe met up with a babe he met at Summerfest and was sad when it was time to say goodbye. We met up at a place who's name I can't recall and it was Funk Night. The DJ didn't have any records by Tower of Power which led me to doubt his funk credibility. A James Brown song came on and I jumped into a circle of babes singing and actin' a fool. The only person who was impressed was Justin. Took a cab back near the hostel and hit up a gas station where I got a microwavable burger. Sitting on the curb at 3am in downtown Chicago devouring a convenience store burger, I had hit heaven. Or so Justin said. Next morning ate breakfast with Jmo while Joe slept longer, and then it was off to Cleveland.