After Sonic, Eehern and I decided that the only way to make it to Chicago was by hopping between food stops. Next up, Zukey Lake tavern - a nostalgic favorite of his. It was really only fair - one of mine food picks, one of his.
|Figure: Tavern on the lake.|
|Figure: We just hope the ribs are still as good.|
Let me just note - did we eat in the car? No, no we did not.... :)
|Figure: You can't see it here, but this is the twelve hour mark for us in the car.|
I got sleepy and took a nap. I think I drooled, but I managed not to snore (I think). Eehern soldiered on. I woke up, and still we drove.
Finally, we both determined we needed one last stop before the final push.
|Figure: Stop at the gas station, to fill up on gas and on that order of ribs. Miss Outlier's last road trip drink.|
First they came for me. I started slapping and fidgeting trying to fight them off. The ribs were delicious, so I couldn't bear to stop eating. Eehern just laughed at me.
Then, they came for Eehern. Buzzing and humming, they honed in on any exposed flesh. Finally he was driven from the pool table, relegated to pacing back and forth while he ate to avoid the insects. Now who's so tough?
I was still eating as fast as I could, and the mosquitoes didn't even bother to find open skin - they bit right through my clothes. Ack! Moving on.
For the final leg to Chicago, Eehern was finally getting tired. We had talked about most other topics, so I asked a question on politics. Well THAT'S a conversation starter. Did you realize that Eehern doesn't think there is a fundamental right and wrong - that right and wrong are defined by majority vote? This means, of course, that absolutely anything, no matter how heinous, can be justified if a majority of people think it's right.
We killed an hour just discussing that.
|Figure: Ah yes, just what the day needed. Rain.|
|Figure: Man, did the country music do this?|
|Figure: Yikes! Okay, okay, I'll go back to Top 40 radio...|
|Figure: Thanks Sai Hei!|
|Figure: Eehern busting out the guitar. He's quite good.|
And then I thought, off to bed? But no! The night is still young!
We hopped in a cab and took off downtown. Can I just say - the financial district of Chicago has some well-heeled women running around. I loved looking at the street fashion!
|Figure: We took ourselves to a comedy club.|
|Figure: Cozy little theater, just us and a dozen others.|
We got back home, and plopped into bed. Right? WRONG!
The boys just couldn't let that plasma screen go to waste. They fired up StreetFighter, splayed themselves out on the floor, and proceeded to beat each other up. Just like my brothers - get them together, and the testosterone goes flying.
After one got fed up with losing to the other (can you guess which one?), they finally decided to call it a night. That might also have to do with the fact that I went ahead and crawled under the covers on the futon and went to bed. Even though the futon was in the same room as the TV (I just was too tired to be bothered by the video games).
And with that, my friends, the marathon day was finally over. From the honeymoon suite in Canada at 7am to the bedroom floor in financial Chicago at 3am, we did justice to the road trip.
And to all a goodnight!