Home to the Hotel

Check it, I'm in Chicago... I have never been in the midwest, which is what Chicago is, right? Well, I can see what people mean by a real city... There is actually things to do here...

So check it out.

This morning...


So yeah, I was going on no hours of sleep... but that's me before I shaved my chin beard...

This is at the dad's house... the three amigos:


If you know me well, you know I may forget what my car looks like after four days, so I took this picture of it:


Sometimes we don't understand what my brother is doing. Right here, my dad is like, "Dude, did you just cut some cheese?"


The flight itself was OK. There were some good moments, like this one. I looked down and realized that everyone below probably voted for Bush in the last election:


My dad's look here showed exactly how I felt while flying over this Bush-land...


But Matt decided, "You know what, guys, this flight is stressing me out. I need some chocolate."


Then we got to Chicago. We got in a cab with some Russian. I was going to ask him if he was a Commie and I was going to be like, "Me too!" And then I was going to say just kidding. And then I was going to say not really.

We checked in and went on up to our room. "Room 2232."

"Floor 20," my dad said. He isn't the best hearer... So we're on floor 20, Matt is looking for the room. Matt can't find it.

"Looks like we're going to have a lot of walking to do," Matt says after seeing room 20--.

"Well, what room are we in?" I ask.

"2232."

I can't stop laughing. My eyes start watering. "2232," I say. "We're on the wrong floor. That is a whole lot of walking."

I started to cry I laugh so hard...

We get to the room. Matt turns on the TV - Disney Channel - before looking at the view outside...

Matt after turning on Disney Channel:


View outside:


And finally, just because we're in Chicago, it doesn't mean we can't bring a little California love that way:


... that's all for now... off to eat. Will give a review of the food later!