The Windy City

Seeing how we did drive 15 hours with minimal sleep, we opted to nap quickly before heading to Wrigley field to watch the Cubs take on the Astros. When we woke up, we were astounded to find out we slept through our alarms and it was now night time. After checking a cell phone, we discovered that we did not actually sleep through an alarm, there just happened to be a horrible storm moving through, similar to the one we drove through. I mean, it was pitch black out, what would you have thought? Impeccable timing for a baseball game though. Luckily, the storm passed and we were off on our way to watch the Cubs kick ass. None of us had been to a baseball game in quite some time, so we pretended we were back in high school and cheered like little girls for every hit and play made. Ok, not seriously, in fact the way we were sitting and acting you would have thought we were three dudes. Naturally, Britt was sitting with her legs wide open, burping and farting the whole way through the game. Fortunately, we picked a damn good game to watch…..3 homeruns leading the Cubs to a 4-0 win, some awesome plays, and getting to see Alfonso Soriano (please come back to the Yanks!)

If anyone watches Man vs. Food, they know to go to Gino’s East for their infamous deep dish pizza, so obviously, we went there for dinner. Besides, it’s Chicago, you have to get deep dish pizza when you’re here. I mean, that is the only reason we added Chicago to our list of places to visit. Unfortunately, no one could quite accomplish what Adam Richmond did on the show and eat an entire pizza. In fact, we couldn’t even manage to finish a medium pizza for the three of us. Pathetic. Oh well, leftovers. After dinner we grabbed a few drinks at an Irish pub and called it a night. All three of us were fighting to keep our eyes open, forcing down alcohol hoping to find a 16^th wind, but no one was able to find that. Figured it was better to rest up for Saturday.

Wow we did a lot today, and we haven’t even gone to the bar yet. We started off by going to the lakefront trail which was absolutely gorgeous.  

Then we went to the Navy Pier in hopes of finding our future husbands. Unfortunately, we were unsuccessful, but it was way more entertaining than we thought it was going to be. Talk about good people watching. And wedding watching. Speaking of which, how cool would it be to rent a yacht for your wedding? Apparently, that’s the thing to do here. We then met up with one of Britt’s roommates from Australia, Zach, and he took us to Portillo’s/Barnelli’s which are famous for their hot dogs and pasta respectively. Being the tourists that are, we had no clue how to order (since apparently there is a “proper” way to order). These stupid Chicagoans write their order down on a flipping bag, which you, in turn hand to the cashier. Isn’t that their job? Aren’t they the ones getting paid to do that? Keep in mind, the line is about a mile long, so they do this in hopes that it speeds up the process, but how are tourist supposed to know this? Needless to say, we felt pretty stupid. At least the food tasted good. After refueling, we met up with Zach’s cousin, Carlos, who is currently interning at Obama’s national campaign headquarters in the Prudential building. Carlos was kind enough to get us clearance to enter the building and get a tour of the marketing headquarters. Ironically, Barack, Michelle, Malia, Sasha and Bo (their dog) were in the building and invited us out to dinner. As it turns out, their favorite restaurant is McDonald’s, so clearly we had to join. Alright, maybe that’s not true, but we did get to see where Barack does press conferences and the campaign manager plays ping pong. Pretty sweet. Next, was the infamous mirror ball in Millennium Park and Sears tower, which is actually called the Willis Building. Thank you Google for that information and thank you society for constantly changing the names of everything.

Since we had already walked marathon distance today and our feet were killing us, we opted to take a cab back and drown our pain away with wine……aka, happy hour. Speaking of which, we need a new bottle so we’re off!

Until next time,

Adios Amigos

The Journey Begins

Somehow, we managed to pack a small SUV with clothing, camping gear, snacks and alcohol for a month and could still see out the back window. Impressive, we know. Actually, we even had room to spare in the back seat, which will most likely be used for more food, seeing how we downed all of the candy and numerous other snacks like Hugh Heffner downs Viagra. Needless to say, we will need to restock immediately. Oh, and this car will definitely need a carwash in the near future. The number of lives lost on our windshield is becoming quite repulsive.


So now, fifteen hours and 872.7 miles later, we made it thanks to the help of coffee, red bull, candy and lots of loud music. There’s no doubt about it, we reached the point of insanity/extreme exhaustion numerous times throughout the drive, but together we were able to stay sane enough to make it to the beautiful city of Chicago. We actually had a pretty uneventful trip, minus the half hour of being consistently struck by lightning and having rocks thrown at the car…also known as a really bad storm. While at a pit stop in Indiana, we made an executive decision to detour 0.7 miles to Michigan and add another state to our list, which now totals 7. Does that mean we’re already a quarter of the way through our trip? After just 30 minutes into our drive, Sam figured out how she was going to put her journal to great use. Without mentioning any names, someone actually thought Alaska was an island. Immediately, Sam decided the journal would be best for writing down stupid/funny lines said throughout the trip (Thanks Mom for the journal ☺). 


Until next time! 
Ciao