Katie and I got back from Chicago last night. I actually drove 15/16 hours there and back. I am very proud of myself because that's the longest drive I've ever made and I felt really okay with it. Pitchfork was kind of a disappointment. I knew it wasn't going to be anything like Bonnaroo, but I thought it might give me the same rush. Union Park's crowd was too trendy for me I guess (or maybe too sober). Also, the bands weren't really festival suitable.
I really enjoyed the train into the city from the suburbs. It's a double decker and the leg space is so minimal that you're basically forced to make awkward conversations with the person sitting across from you.
I wish I could have seen more of Chicago other than the single block we explored on Sunday. That block however, was filled with tourists and people passing speaking foreign languages and interesting restaurants.
It's hard to travel with anyone, especially me I think. I kind of just sit there and want to absorb everything around me.

We'll meet again, Chicago.