Pizza. Mother, fucking, pizza. I can't believe I've never seen deep dish pizza outside of Chicago. It was like taking a pie, but making it a pizza instead.
I generally rate food by how it compares to the size of my bowel movements (most things for that matter) and I have never taken a shit larger than that pizza. Thank god. It took 45 minutes to prepare and I'm positive that many Bothan's died to bring me that 'za.
Chicago was an incredibly gigantic city, only surpassed by L.A. on the trip. Well I guess that's because it's the third largest in the States, next to Ell Eh and New Why. We didn't do a whole pile here, our hostel was a half an hour out of the downtown core and we had come here on a whim anyways. On top of that, the hostel we booked turned out to be the "No-Fun Tolerated" hostel. No booze (WHAT?!), check out at 9:30AM, no one allowed in the hostel between 11AM and 2PM, a kitchen you wouldn't want to use, no lockers, bathrooms like you're back in gym class, there was a common room but it was just full of chairs that were covered in white sheets. It felt like we had stepped into an about to be horror movie location. Seriously fuck that hostel.
Jesse made out with so many guys. Probably like, a hundred. He got all their phone numbers too, it was great. Great work team!
-Cam
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