I hate toll roads. Stupid roads eating my 80 cents every 20 miles. Frack!

I've been in Chicago since Monday night. My friend Claudine has been extra nice in opening up her apartment with her sisters. Spaghetti, pizza and potatoes are only the beginning to the manly meals I've been feasting upon. And they love Skip-Bo too!

I've managed to make it to a few bars downtown to catch the Giant's games and root my team on from here. Tuesday night I went to one such bar called Cardozo's and watched the Giants whoop that Philly ass. I met and chatted with this nice girl from Kentucky at the bar. Her flight at O'Hare Airport was delayed so she was passing the time at the bar. She had flown in from Winnepeg and was continuing onto Kentucky later that night. We talked about Canada and the treacheries of cross-country travel. She was a bit older and was married, her husband living in Canada. In was a nice little chat with someone I'll probably never see again, but somehow stuck with me.

So far the disc golf has been less than stellar. Two of the parks have been under construction which I didn't know until I got there. And another course was literally on top of a regular golf course which meant every hole was at least 400 feet (what the fuck!) and you had to pay 10 bucks just to play it. Fuck that. Oh well, I snuck onto the back nine for a bit before my arm almost fell off on the par 5s.

Although I didn't get to see a game there, I liked the placement of Wrigley field: very cozy. I could see myself living in the north side of Chicago someday. It has a lot of what I like in an area and a town. The rest of the city has too much damn traffic. I'm leaving tomorrow to stay a night in Pittsburgh for a party and then it'll be a few days in New Jersey.

East Coast here I come.