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That’s how they say it up there. Weirdos.

So I was up in Chi-town last week - for work, of course. It was an okay trip, but it was missing something…

Our office is only about 2 blocks away from the Sears Tower, Union Station, and the Holiday Inn, so we were definitely in the heart of the action. And by “action,” I mean that we were able to dodge the sleeping bums on the sidewalk as we hoofed it from place to place.

The drive up to Chicago is not the most exciting, nor is the drive home. But I did manage to make it from our Peoria office to the Chicago office in exactly three hours – to the MINUTE! That takes talent, I swear.

During the trip I learned some interesting details about the two gents that I was travelling with. I won’t share any of them here at this time, just in case they are able to find this blog and get offended by my humble observations. I wasn’t travelling with my buddy this time, so it made the trip less bearable. In the long run, though, it all worked out.

The most exciting thing that we did was eat dinner at the House of Blues. If you’ve never been to one, I definitely recommend going at least once, even if it is just to be able to say “I’ve been there.” I must warn you, though, that there was a decent-sized black guy in the bathroom that was being paid (hourly + tips) to watch me do my business. Of course, he was actually waiting to assist me with washing my hands, refreshing my cologne (provided), and freshening up my breath with any of about fifty varieties of mints on a tray near the sink. I’m told that this is something quite common in Europe, but here in the ‘States we don’t typically get so inebriated that we are unable to wash our own hands after using the restroom…

Oh well… Off to Houston!