So last night I hop out of the shower, go into my room and check my email and IM a person or two and then I hear a knock at my window. Stan and I had planned to hang out, but he fell asleep and I couldn’t get ahold of him. When he finally woke up at 1am, he came over to my place. We went out in search of some fast food, but Wendy’s was closed and the Taco Bell closed a few minutes early. Too bad for them – there were about 10 cars that wanted food from there but they lost business because they closed early. As we passed by the drive up window, Stan stuck his tongue out at the guy who was telling everyone they were closed, just like a little kid would do. It may not sound funny, but coming from Stan at 2 am, it was. Then, we hit up Steak n Shake, who ripped me off and didn’t put bacon on my burger, and then ate that at my house, after which we headed back out to cruise. We decided to go to Chicago, since I’ve never driven downtown before. So we went there, drove around for an hour or so and then came home about 6am. I slept until about 12 and then woke up.