Oh god yeah I almost forgot, ok so this morning I woke up to hear this moaning, like SEX moaning, my god this woman was loud. At first I thought it was Julie but she's in 2621 and we're in 2618, so it must be 2619 next door. I mean to be honest she was too loud, so I think she was faking. The only reason I'm saying this is because her panting and moaning was out of sync, it should of been more regular, especially during the penetration part which I think it was.  Anyway she woke me up, I asked Morpheus but he'd not heard anything...typical!!

Unfortunately we have lousy weather forecast for today and Julie wants to walk down to the Lake, so around 11:30 off we went.

Chicago reminds me a little of Vancouver, maybe because it just looks SOOO clean. Really clean, no mess anywhere, even the building sites look clean.

We walked down to the tiny beach area that we'd seen last night and then walked along to the pier where a ferris wheel was. Already it had started to spit, so we moved fast. The pier was a bit of a disappointment, nothing there except fat children and junk food restaurants...we quickly moved on!!

We ended up on Michigan Avenue where all the shops are, by now we were starving so we nipped into a restaurant called "Zest" which is part of the Intercontinental Hotel. It's very nice and has high-backed chairs like my Philip Starck ones.

I had tuna for lunch which is kind of weird because it was the first meal of the day...whatever.

It started to piss it down so I went to the gift shop to buy an umbrella as I still had my fab hair and it had actually lasted even though I'd slept on it, so I certainly wasn't going to let the rain screw it up.

We went over to Nordstrom and looked in the Lego store which had a larger than life Darth Vader that was completely made of Lego, it was extremely cool.

Morpheus was now feeling really crappy so he walked back to the hotel and the three of us carried on in the pouring rain. We went into Prada for some light relief, although the store asistants clearly thought we were rained-out scum bags from hell judging by the look they gave us.  I asked them if they new of any trendy restaurants in the area that were not TOO pricey but clearly they new nothing which I found rather strange for Prada staff.

We carried on walking until it just go too much, it was lashing down and didn't look like it was going to stop, so we grabbed a cab and went back to the hotel.  It's a shame really because I would of loved to of trekked around Chicago all afternoon as I don't know whenever I will get the chance to be there again.  Felt like we were back in bleedin Manchester.

When I got back Morpheus was watching "The Count of Monte Cristo" which to be honest was rather good. He proceeded to completely crash out after the film so I ran a bath and read all the fabulous "Hello's" and "OK" magazines that Julie had very kindly bought me.

So even though the weather is still crappy outside I am determined to wear my leather skirt, gypsy pretty top and strappy high shoes. I will probably break my neck but I decided to take my chances.

Oh yeah and also TWICE this afternoon our neighbors were at it, or was it three times. Listen they are so having an affair, no one has sex that much when they're dating or married, no fucking way.......

And she sounds sooo fake, that man must be a moron....

So before dinner we went to Nine Restaurant to have a drink in their lounge. It's a very trendy bar with great seats but yet AGAIN full of old very un-trendy people, really weird. Me and Julie couldn't help but stare at what the women were wearing and let me tell you, we looked fabulous compared to these women, honest we did.  All the men wore boring bloody chino's with tucked in t-shirts and belts.....god I hate that look and the women all wore boring knee length skirts, sweaters and buoffant hair with very boring handbags, it was bizarre.

Our dinner reservation at "Marche" was at 8:30pm, we arrived a bit late but that didn't matter as we weren't seated until nearly 9:30pm.  This place is great, it's dead funky and happening, the citysearch.com comments said it looked like the inside of something from Cirque de Soleil and they couldn't be more spot on. Even the waitresses were funky, no black aprons and white shirts, just trendy clothes and hip slung handbags which carried their note book and pen in...cool!!

We had a laugh, lots to drink, got a bit tiddly, had yet more drinks at the bar later, then went back to the hotel. We decided to have a late drink in the sports bar of the hotel, which is a crappy little hole but it would suffice. Now remember I had those high heeled strappy shoes on, well when I walked in I stumbled a bit because the friggin things kept sliding off my feet. Anyway this punk of a kid took it upon himself to not serve me because he thought I was pissed. Yes I'd had a few but there was no way I was pissed. Of course I start screaming at him, which clearly isn't the thing to do, but he soon realised that I was fine and gave me a glass of wine...cheeky little bastard.

So our last night in Chicago but we'd definitely had two wonderful nights with our friends. I'm so glad we came.

Oh yeah before I forget when we got into our room the neighbors were at it again and she was really giving it the screams this time, anyway we got Nik to come back in to hear, we all laughed and that was it. Anyway my cheeky husband noticed that they had they're breakfast order hanging on the door knob....yeah you guess it, we decided to have a bit of fun.

They had ordered naughtyish things like eggs, bacon, waffles, sausage coffee etc, so we got our breakfast list and filled it in with orders like muesli, juice, fruit, nothing like they had ordered AT ALL.  Also we circled the delivery to be between 6 and 6:30am, not 10:30 - 11:00 like they wanted.

I ran out put the newly filled out form on their door knob and got the hell back into my room before someone saw me.  Of course we laughed our heads off, god we're so childish but come on, what a riot? it was great.