Some of you may think you know a thing or two about the Nashville nightlife. Where’s the most poppin’ place to be at 3 AM on a Saturday night? Its not about  closing out at Rippy’s or keeping the party going at Deja Vu. Nope. All the natives know that the Greyhound bus station is where the party is at. A truly magical place where people come together for the common purpose of raging. And this is where Zach and I had the pleasure of finding ourselves.

The greatest part about the Nashville greyhound station at 3 AM is that you know everyone has your back. Everyone is on the same team: nobody asks each other for sandwich money or thinks about taking each other’s valuables during a bathroom trip. A special place for wonderful people.

The second greatest detail about a 3 AM greyhound is that you don’t need to worry about sleeping beforehand whatsoever. A  10-and-a-half hour trip to Chicago allows for plenty of opportunities to sleep. As long as you perform a physiologically impossible distortion of the spine and neck, your head will comfortably find itself on the shoulder of your fat, indian neighbor. A fat, indian neighbor who has consumed so much curry that the only explanation is that he knew he would sit next to you on this bus and has been training for weeks just to consistently exhale his nation’s cuisine into your face for half a day. Ah yes, the greyhound experience.

As the clock ticks away and 2:30 arrives, Zach and I finally deboard the bus and find ourselves in the greatest city Illinois has to offer, Chicago. Here is where we pick up our RV. But more importantly, we find ourselves in an exciting metropolis that offers the best deep dish on the planet, and other stuff too I’m guessing.

We make our way to Cloud Gate, the most spectacular giant, reflective bean that Chicago has to offer. I always like to compare the giant beans I see when visiting various cities and Chicago definitely takes the cake. Then I saw the outside of the renowned Chicago art institute, it looked sturdy. On to pizza. So much pizza. Chicago deep-dish completely redefines the concept of pizza. Before this day, I viewed eating pizza as a relaxing experience among friends. Split a pepperoni and leave the meal feeling fulfilled and happier because of it. That’s not how Chicago deep-dish works. Chicago’s greatest goal is to lure you in with seductive stories and pictures of melted cheese and crunchy crust. Instead, they forcibly shove as much tomato sauce, cheese, bread, and other miscellaneous ingredients into your digestive system until you’re physically crawling away from the table to escape. Deep dish knows no sense of moderation, and the result is the most depressing walk away you’ve ever known.

Time to see the rest of Chicago. Zach and I heard about a movie playing at a local theatre called “The Avengers 2: Age of Ultron”. We figured we would take in the Chicago culture and give the film a try. Chicago AMC theatres is world-renowned for the plushiness of its seats, and I must say they lived up to their reputation. Movie was great, the good guys won with minimal civilian casualties, and Scarlet Johanssen is still so beautiful. After the 141 minute movie, Zach and I felt satisfied in absorbing the totality of Chicago’s sites and culture. Why anyone would ever leave a city that blows 45 degree winds in your face in the middle of May and also has a big, reflective bean totally boggles me. Nevertheless the next morning comes and an RV trip must be born. Sir Bradley Roche has the first driving shift. Stay tuned for a full description of the RV cast and crew and relevant pictures.