28th July 1991 Day 8

The diary entry "Ilana's first words were "what are you doing here?", words which we would hear several times during the day, to which the reply was usually along the lines of "you mean this is not Chicago ?". Oz didn't hear it that much because he didn't get out of bed until it was time for Sunday lunch. Bought at Burger King of course. Oz did a good impression of a zombie for quite a while but eventually perked up. We walked around the neighbourhood, which was so poor they didn't have pavements (sidewalks to our American readers) and I did a few lengths of the pool. Watched a Jean-claude van Damme video (predictable plot) and headed to the station after another hearty meal and suprisingly caught the 2:47 train to Chicago. 

Footnotes to the last few days: Americans like the National Lampoon Vacation films, Leanne spoke a different version of English (American teen English e.g. dude, beauhunk), never finished a sentence and never got off the phone, looked like Madonna and couldn't understand a word we said."


1991 - I think we both felt a little embarassed to impose ourselves for another day but our embarassment wasn't as strong as our hangovers. 


The comment about pavements is sarcastic of course. It was a very affluent neighbourhood and pavements were obviously considered superfluous as people would drive to friend's houses and not walk. I'm sure there's a scene in a Steve Martin film (LA Story maybe) when he gets in his car to go next door. 


I've never seen a J-C vD film before or since. Honest.