Went up to Chicago this weekend. Took the long way in and rode around thee for a bit. Chicago is absolutely beutiful in the summer. I used to live on lake shore drive right on the beach, it was awesome. So this was a great little trip down memory lane.
I stopped by the fields museum and snapped some pics.
Then ran into a group of japanese girls, one who wanted to take pics with the bike.
Stopped by the fountain. This is the fountain they use on the love and marriage theme song. The cops pulled up so i had to snap the pics quick and take off. Sorry for the poor quality, but it was still a cool shot.
Then I went down to navy pier. I asked the security gaurd if I could go out to the end and snap a pic, he looks around says make it quick before the superviser gets back.
save the chicken strip comments, there's no twisities in central illinois.
and had to make the obligatory pilgrimage to my baseball mecca
then I drive down to Devon street and met up with my roommate and had some indian/paki food. The place was packed. How does that song go ("red dot or feather?" .. uumm one of both please)
Then we drove back down lake shore drive and parked our bikes right on the waterfront on the sidewalk next to the beach. It was awesome, everyone was looking beutiful, the water looked perfect, you couldn't ask for anything more. well maybe a BJ ... but well get to that later.
Then we dove down to this triangle. Lots of fat ass cars, and gorgeous people everywhere. Little coffeee shops and restaurants, with tables on the sidewalk to do plenty of people watching. Can you say MILF central? While I was trying to take this pic standing in the street, chicago's finest tried to run me over. jackass
Then we headed back to his cousin's place in schamburg where we put these babies down in 45 min
The bottle that still has a little bit in it, I finished by myself. I was so shit face drunk. We headed back to Chicago to hit some clubs. I don't know how I was able to keep a straight face and get in. Once in there I couldn't talk to any girls, I just stood at the bar bobbing my head and trying not to fall asleep. Then I sat down at one of the tables and dozed off and every time I would come to there would be a different hot girl sitting next to me. One time I woke up and this girl was grabbing my crotch, and I remember telling her something like "it's not going to come up tonight for anything" Finally around 3 am, I woke up and walked to the bathroom and there was a line, so I promptly vommited in the trash can. After which some big black guy grabs my shoulder and says it's time to go. At least he was cool enough to let me tell my friends that I was being thrown out.
So after that we headed back home in the morning. Woke up late and blasted home with one huge ass headache.