Chicago II: The Revenge – Day Two

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There’s something to be said about sleeping in your own bed.

By my very nature I’m not much of a sleeper. I don’t do it all that well. It should come as now great shock that I’m a little odd. I don’t use a pillow in the traditional way. I use a small blanket (which I travel with) as my pillow, and then I use a pillow to hold (I know, I’m strange).

Toss all of that into the fact that I’m 6’ 3” and sleeping can be a task. To really make things interesting, I flip and flop like a fish out of water so I require a lot of room to make the sleeping experience. A queen sized bed doesn’t accomplish that very well.

All that is to say that the night time portion of our trip to Mom & Dad’s wasn’t as successful or relaxing as the day time portion.

Dafyd spent the morning taking pictures with the digital camera (since he exhausted his disposable one the night before) so we have the token butt shot of Jace and a whole slew of other interesting things. At one point he thought it was the coolest thing to take pictures of the ceiling fan because the fan was moving, the picture caught the blades in motion. But it was slow paced and relaxing.

Which is in dire opposition to the trip we took to Schamburg.

I always have this idea that its better to not have to pay to use the road system and who needs to buy map when I have google. Sometimes that’s not always a good idea. For whatever reason the ride north was horrible.

LONG.

Very long. Nearly four hours in fact (which is a bit of shocker, because we’d already driven 2 hours west, surely we should have saved some time). By the end of the trip we were all car sick, irritable, and in desperate need to pee (with the exception of Dafyd who required an emergency pit stop along side Illinois 83. But all that having been said, to quote the great Jace Robert, “We didn’t die.”

We decided to stay this part of our journey at the Hawthorn Suites, which turned out to be a pretty okay place. It wasn’t upscale (no marble floors or anything), but it was certainly a step above Motel 6. By far one of the coolest things is that it was an actual suite. We had a common “living area”, but Michelle and I had our own room and bathroom, and so did the boys (which they thought was the coolest thing in the whole world – man, give an 11 year old power of his own remote and he is in heaven).

After a short layover, we packed back into the Pilot and trekked over to Medieval Times.

I won’t bore you with the sword fighting, the eating food with your fingers, the lances shattering and all that good stuff, let me simply say that the boys had an awesome time and everyone slept well that evening.
* Pictures to follow when I’m not in the middle of an exciting session.