I went to Chicago for Labor Day weekend to visit my sista!
While waiting to get into Wrigley Field, this group started playing out of nowhere. It was like a movie.
I saw "Bison Dog" on the menu and thought "that's terrible I don't want to eat a buffalo" and then my sister and I split up to get other food items. We reconnected, found our seats, time to eat. After eating the awesome Chicago hot dog she tells me "that's not a hot dog, that's the bison dog" -_________- noooooooo sad, but delicious.
The guys behind us look exactly how they sound. Just think of the shitty uppity guy in your high school english class who doesn't stop talking about his dogs named "Matzah" and "Gefilte" and how JAHHHN, I GOT THE TICKETS FROM STUBHUB.COM YOU GOTTA CHECK IT OUT, ITS THE BEST WEBSITE BLAH BLAH BLAH. The entire game. Thank you 8lb baby Jesus they left during the 6th inning. 
By the way, Pittsburgh Pirates 3 - Chicago Cubs 6 :)
We visited little cousins in small town USA. And no, my cousin is not an asian ginger. It was spirit day during homecoming week. The school colors are red, white, and blue. SMALL TOWN USA
Barf castle.
During the Chicago bike tour, somebody's bike fell apart! It was about a 20 minute wait to fix that guy's bike. It was pretty fun to ride through the streets in a bike gang of 16. What WASN'T fun or cool was that we thought it was an 8 mile trip, and tour guide said it's actually 12 miles and we have 4 more miles plus some hills left. noooooooo 
Bike guy said this is where they shot Dark Knight. Nope. Doesn't ring a bell.
Back home I brought Kiersten to my favorite Chinese restaurant. This is real Chinese food, for Chinese people. Not Chinese food for Americans like orange chicken and lo-mein.
Hank, my favorite puppy.