So I finally get to Chicago and Dave and Chad met me at the airport. We were pretty hungry so we tried looking around for a place to eat, but we couldn’t find anything. We went with the original plan of going downtown to find something to eat. We tried to go to the House of Blues but everyone kept going on about a “show.” It wasn’t exactly what I expected. I was picturing like a little restaurant with maybe a blues guy or two up on stage providing a little music. Not so. It was more like a concert that served food rather than a restaurant that had music. It was waaay too loud to talk and we didn’t want to buy tickets for the show so we left. We eventually decided to eat at Harry Caray’s (can’t get that anywhere but Chicago!) but I have to tell you I wasn’t all that impressed. It was pretty expensive, but I didn’t think the food was anything to write home about. After that we went back to Dave and Chad’s apartment and Chad went to sleep but me and Dave stayed up for awhile and talked. The next day Chad didn’t want to take any time off of work so we had to wait until 4 to leave for Windsor, which was kind of crummy because it was a 5 hour drive and it would have been nice to get more of a jump on it. Everyone was going to get there at about the same time, but it turned out everyone else could leave early, so we were the last ones to get there. Dave and I just hung out all day and we went to eat at the Crack-whore Barrel, just for old time’s sake! Dave was really great, the entire weekend that I was with him; he totally paid for everything for me. I felt pretty bad all weekend, but he was like, “Nope, it’s your bachelor party.” Unfortunately, everybody else didn’t feel like that, but even still I had to pay for almost nothing all weekend. Dave even gave me a check to cover some of the flight. So Dave had to go to a conference for work in Detroit the next week so he had to pack a lot of clothes and book some hotel rooms and stuff. It was kind of funny because we had all day to do nothing but he waited until like 30 min before Chad got home. Then we got on the road. The drive was pretty uneventful with Chad sleeping for some of it and me and Dave just talking for most of it. We stopped to go to the bathroom at this exit and the only thing there was this porn shop called “The Velvet Touch” and a skanky gas station. The gas station was so nasty we considered going over to the Velvet Touch to use the bathroom…yeah it was that skanky!