The day started off on a particularly chirpy note as 2 brave jewish teenagers valiantly attempted to sweep carrie and tiffany off their feet with witty conversation and deep debate over a breakfast buffet, courtesy of Embassy Suites, the carnival cruise of hotels. Following the above mentioned pleasantries, the crew reunited and sauntered off towards Millennium Park and Lake Michigan. After crossing the Chicago river, our eyes were met with a glorious sight. A giant glimmering bean shined before us. By the Gods it must have been at least 20 farthings long and 10 high. With its sleek mirrored surface, it drew us in with our beautiful reflections. Unable to look away, many a photograph was taken. Having finally drained the batteries from our cameras, we were forced to turn away and venture south once again. Past the Art institute of Chicago, which housed the bathroom trolls and demanded a toll be paid to relieve oneself, we found the Buckingham fountain and reached the Lake of Michigan. The fountain, though not functioning, still provided wonder to the eyes. Lake Michigan, as blue as a baboons’ butt, stirred ever so serenely, her gentle waves lapping against the shore. Near by, lake gulls stood, unsure if we were friend or foe. We decided to send minion in with gift of oat and barley. To our utter surprise, love was found in the least likely of places and minion eloped with one of the lake gull, leaving us to ponder on the possibilities and morals of cross species genetics. Rallying behind our need to pee, we set off once again. We would not be denied our right of urination. And through sheer determination, we landed upon the shores of Adler planetarium, the first planetarium in America. The natives here were far kinder, and allowed us to use their facilities. With our bladders and stomachs empty, we decided to go in search of food. Hopping into a carriage taxi, we rode into the town of Navy Pier, a quaint little town filled with stain glass, restaurants, and a luscious food court with all sorts of local eats, as well as a Mcdonalds. Having our fill of deep dish pizza and Chicago dogs, we joyfully strolled back to the inn, where a lovely afternoon slumber awaited. Having fulfilled our dreaming duties, we bid farewell to the elders of the group and headed to the jousting tournament. The local knights, the Chicago Bulls, were going up against the visiting Philadelphia 76ers, who were on a losing streak or 23 straight grisly beheadings. Incidentally, it was also benny the bulls, the jester, birthday. The Bulls eventually slayed the 76ers behind the cheers of the home crowd. Walking away with our head in the clouds, our minds were brought back to earth with the rumblings of our stomach. We finished the night and our belly demons off with a happy hour sampling of gyu-kakus finest and cheapest eats. Now I lay in my bed of sofa, eager to finish this sentence and drift off to merry dreams of kalbi clouds and jesting bulls.