Da Bears, Da Bears, Da Bears

Driving in Chicago sucked. We were thinking the drive would only be about an hour and a half, almost ended up being 3.5 hours. Couldn't find parking, and the one lot we were ready to drop $20 on, didn't do overnight, and the guy running the lot was terrible. So the drive combined with our first interaction in Chicago, put me and Steve in a serious mood, not bad, just serious. Joe doesn't really get too emotional over much. Finally we found the hostel, checked in, found somewhere to park, and hit the city for a little bit. Now I assume this is a Midwest thing, but they were having some huge festival called the Taste of Chicago. Basically, it was some music, drinks, and all the food you could possibly want. Problem was that you need to buy food tickets, and the line was long and is just seemed to complicated. We walked around there, saw Buckingham Fountain, and then had our mind set on one thing. Pizza and beer, together. We were in Chicago, and figured there would be pizza places all over. After walking around and slowing having our stomach's eat themselves, we decided to ask someone if there was a restaurant district, or just a pizza place. First person we asked, said they didn't like pizza, second person, told us about a Chipotle across the street. And that was it. There are some (I would try to be PC, but this is my blog) STUPID people out there. But we were desperate so Chipotle it was. The burritos were good, but it wasn't pizza. Disappointed and overstuffed, we went back to the hostel. There we entered serotonin induced states of unconsciousness. After we woke up from our naps, we found out some of the fun parts of the city. We took the subway there and just did our routine bar crawl of a city that we know nothing about. It was a fun night, expensive, but fun. With only 3 nights left, we weren't really concerned about the budget. Then again for most of the trip, we weren't really concerned about the budget. We all had a good time in Chicago. Joe met up with a girl who's phone number he scored at summerfest. She had no friends so Steve and I decided to dance to funk? Yeah, it was funk night, and we danced. There was a group of 5 girls dancing in a circle with one guy, who wasn't good at dancing and Steve took it upon himself to show them what they were missing. This scene could not have gone any better. As soon as Steve jumped in, singing his heart out, these girls stopped, immediately. All their jaws dropped. I laughed for about ten seconds then pulled him out of there. I told him they couldn't handle what he was putting out there. We then left the bar, Joe caught up shortly, and we took a cab back to the hostel. There, me and Steve, made a friend in the common room, only problem was that she was attempting to right a postcard, but couldn't stay awake. We thought it was funny. Then me and Steve had a serious talk with Rachel, our hostess from Lubbock. And by serious, I mean it was hilarious. Then it was off the bed, Cleveland tomorrow.