It's a 106 miles to Chicago, we've got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes; it's dark and we're wearing sun glasses. Hit it!

Chicago was amazing. Out of all my spring breaks, I have to say that was one of the best spring break trips I'd ever taken. So here I go attempting to give a summary of all that was Chicago!

And yes, this will be a whole bunch of random words most likely. (I may go back later and put it into something more structured)

License plate owned. Steak and Shake.
Peoria. Janet. BDubs. Bao bao!
Driving. Chicago. Navy Pier. Watchmen on IMAX. Walking around. You must be this tall. Cranium. Eruption!
Peoria again. Walmart. That's what she said.
Chicago at night. GPS ftw. Museum of Science and Industry. Omnimax. Field Museum. Art Institute of Chicago.
Cranium. Lots of food. Hot pot. Pizzeria Due (that's Uno's brother). Chicago style pizza. Thai food. Hawaiian food.
Futons! Beds! Cold rooms! Pandas! Comedy clubs! Bing Soo! Fondue! Piggyback!
I can't get up!
I don't wanna. I don't wanna!
Singing Lion King at 1 in the morning while driving through Georgia.
Georgia. Tennessee. Kentucky. Illinois. Indiana. Kentucky. Tennessee. Georgia.
Atlanta, Nashville, Lexington, Chicago, Indianapolis.
Sleeping on the car. Mmmm...
Ancient Egypt. Underground Adventure.
Lots and LOTS AND LOTS AND LOTS OF FOOD.
Mango Freeze. Bubble Tea.
Never Have I Ever.
20 Questions.
High School Musical!!
I've got change! I'm like Obama.

And finally...

Ginger. Shune. Hibisca. Janet. Jeff. Jerry. Kristine.

=)

Awesome times guys. Awesome times!

Because we all need a little more laughter in our lives...

When Mozart passed away, he was buried in a churchyard. A couple days later, the town drunk was walking through the cemetery and heard some strange noise coming from the area where Mozart was buried.

Terrified, the drunk ran and got the town magistrate to come and listen to it.

When the magistrate arrived, he bent his ear to the grave, listened for a moment, and said, "Ah, yes, that's Mozart's Ninth Symphony, being played backwards."

He listened a while longer, and said, "There's the Eighth Symphony, and it's backwards, too. Most puzzling."

So the magistrate kept listening; "There's the Seventh... the Sixth... the Fifth..."

Suddenly the realization of what was happening dawned on the magistrate; he stood up and announced to the crowd that had gathered in the cemetery, "My fellow citizens, there's nothing to worry about. It's just Mozart decomposing."