Mark and I went up to Chicago this past weekend. We had a good time. Unfortunately we both had a cold and felt a little run down the entire time. I didn't sleep well Friday night, which didn't help the situation Saturday. Mark brought his sleeping bag and everytime he moved it swished and woke me up. He wasn't allowed sleeping in that the rest of the time. For some reason he has always like to sleep in sleeping bags, and I long ago put a stop to it, and now I remember why.

Saturday we went to the Chicago Cubs game at Wrigley Field. I was in a bit of a daze the whole time because I took a cold pill before we left, which was a mistake. I would have been better off not breathing so well. But we had fun seeing Wrigley field. Our seats were good, we were never in the sun which was nice. The buildings across from the ballpark all have bleachers and seats built on the roofs so people could watch the game, and not have had to buy a ticket. It looked like it would be fun watching a game from the roof top. The Cubs lost to the Marlins 2 to 1. Upon hearing who was pitching Mark said it would be a 2 to 1 game and he was right. The Cubs did win on Friday night and Sunday, however we weren't at those games.
After the game we met up with some friends to eat/drink. The place we went to had shitty service and food, but we did get a good seat outside. Mark got pretty drunk Saturday. He starts ranting when he drinks too much. The whole train ride back he was the only person on the train talking, probably everyone could hear him. It was kind of funny.

Saturday our friends made us some kick ass dinner and then we went down to Rush Street to hit some bars. We probably should have went somewhere near where they live, because everyplace was pretty packed and it took a while to get down there. We hit one place, some irish bar, and had a round of shots, well not Mark he was pretty much hung over from earlier by this point. Then we went to Mother's. It wasn't too bad. I think it would have been more fun if I had felt better and not been so tired, because then I would have wanted to dance and put more effort into drinking.

Sunday we went to Chicago's Little Italy. A lot of the restarants were closed Sunday afternoon when we went, but we found a place called something Viaggio, I don't remember the name. The food was pretty good. I have been to the Little Italy's in New York, San Francisco and Boston, and they were all better Little Italy's as far as things go. After that we went to the Magnificant Mile to do some shopping. I got some great Jeans, which Rachael helped pick out, and Mark got me for my Birthday. We went to the Apple store and Rach got an Ipod Mini. She got a student discount with her Student ID from like 4 years ago. I wonder if they give discounts at all the Apple locations. I still have my BuckID.

Next time we go back to Chicago we'll definitely have to hit a Cubs game again and maybe some of the museums.

Ok it is now midnight, and officially my birthday. Another year down. To bad it is suppose to rain all day tomorrow, stupid hurricane Katrina shit. At least we don't live in New Orleans.