So Freund convinced us to go see Carrot Top's live show in Joliet of all places. I wasn't quite sure what to expect. But it was actually really damn funny. He had me laughing the entire time. So I was glad I went. Afterwords we hung out in downtown Joliet, which really isn't very spectacular. But we stopped in at a bar next to our parking garage for a drink. "My Place" I believe it was called. It was a small bar with one middle-aged female bartender. There were 2 thirtysomething couples at the left end of the bar, and a quiet, grungy old man at the right end of the bar. So we took the middle. We ordered some drinks, talked about Carrot Top, and watched some Simpsons on the TV. The only thing was that the old creepy man was sitting just below the TV, so everytime you looked at the TV, you looked at the old creepy man. I wonder if he thought we were staring at him. After a few drinks it was time to break the seal. I must say that the bathroom at this place is in the top 5 worst bathroom's I've ever seen. It was the kind of bathroom were every surface is so nasty that you are better off NOT washing your hands, just so you won't have to touch anything. And here's the kicker: The door to the bathroom has a window about a foot tall and 6 inches wide, so anyone walking by could peek in at you pissing or taking a shit. Fantastic. With the lizard leaked, and the hands unwashed, it was time for our long trek back to the homeland.