(My roommate Sean and I are currently on a road trip around the eastern part of the United States. Along the way we'll pick up friends, sleep on peoples couches and eat and drink heavily.)
Chicago was great. Until it rained.
The second day of our trip in the Windy City was crushed by torrential downpours, driving winds, and a fruitless journey to find Mike Ditka’s house.
But, we did get deep dish pizza and a great night at this bar Duffy’s, both at the recommendation of our gracious host Mike Smith.
I shall return Chicago, and this time YOU BETTER NOT RAIN OUT THE CUBS CAME WE WERE SUPPOSED TO GO TO, AND IN TURN RUIN MY BOYHOOD DREAM OF WATCHING THE CUBS PLAY THE WHITE SOX AT WRIGLEY FIELD YOU BASTARD.
Okay, now that that’s out of my system, we actually did have a great time. Duffy’s had their version of American Idol, so we were serenaded by 40 of Chicago’s worst singers (it was the preliminary rounds). We followed that up with a swim in Mike’s heated pool, which lasted about three minutes since despite the heatedness (word?) it was still 55 degrees out.
Oh and we picked up our other friend Mike, who will join us for the rest of this journey. Welcome Michael.
Hopefully St. Louis will bring better weather.
Tomorrow: St. Louis