Tonight is my last night in Chicago, and here I am writing this update.

That is because I need to watch The Time Machine tonight. The thing I'm shooting next is a sort of 50-60's SCI-FI parody so I need to watch a lot of crappy SCI-FI movies. It almost hurts.

So, my weekend.

Friday night was great. I went out with my friends John and Jennifer, and my cousin Gabi. He's visiting from Israel.

It was the first time since High School since I saw my friend Jennifer. We were friends in High School but we never talked since graduation. A few months ago she found my e-mail address and she sent me a note. We have been e-mailing each other about 6 times a day since then. We have gotten to be good friends but this is the first time in like 6 years that we have seen it other. It was very fun.

My goal for the night was to not throw up.

I felt like a real LA jerk because while I was out with them I spent like an hour on my cell phone. It was stuff that I had to talk about then (for the movie) but I really didn't like doing that to my friends.

We started out at the Hard Rock Cafe (an obligatory stop for an Israeli tourist) and we started drinking there. The place was pretty average but we had a great time talking to each other. We think the bartender drastically undercharged us by the way.

The best thing about the place was the group of obnoxious 40 year olds who thought they were cute 18 year olds dancing on the bar. I could have watched them all night.

From there we headed over to a bar called Jimmies (I think that's the name) one of Jennifer's friends works there so we got a lot of free drinks. I ended up doing a bunch of shots without getting sick. I had John and Jennifer coaching me. Jennifer was telling me what to drink, and John was simply telling me that it's all in my head. The combination of the two of them worked. I got pretty darn drunk, and I didn't throw up. That doesn't happen often for me. It was a pleasant experience.

John however got very drunk. He was basically passed out in the car to the point where his arms were limp and I can use his limbs like puppets to wave at other cars.

We also pretended to make out.

I got to meet Jennifer's husband Cleetus. I was hoping that he would be cool, and he was. She is so great that I would have been very upset if her husband was an asshole. I was very glad to see that he seems like a great guy.

On Saturday I saw "Too Much Light Makes The Baby Go Blind" it's a play that they do in Chicago and New York. It's 30 plays in 60 Minutes. I've been wanting to see it for a long time but this was the first time I actually did it. It was pretty good.

I liked the 2nd half a lot more then the 1st because it took me about 30 minutes to get used to it, but after that I really enjoyed it.

Then my friend and I went to a coffee shop. It was a good place. The sort of place where the people in the booth next to you feel free to join into your conversation. I actually really like that. Everyone there was very genuinely friendly. I don't know a place like that in LA.

My parents are very close with the parents of a friend of mine who was shot and killed just under a year ago. Earlier this week I was invited to go over to their house and go through his room to see if there was anything I wanted of his. I did that today.

That was such an odd experience. To go through the room of a friend of mine who is dead. Almost everything I looked at brought back specific memories of when we were best friends.

His Mom and I hugged each other and cried a lot. Eventually she left me alone his room and I just sort of looked around remember him. Looking at pictures that were laying around, reading old papers he wrote for school, and just thinking about him in general.

His mom gave me a sweater of his that she thought he looked nice he. She said she would love for me to wear it. I took that and a little doll of Gizmo. I remember watching the movie Gremlins with him, and we both loved Gizmo.

I felt okay before I went over to the house. I wasn't feeling very sad or anything. But after crying with his Mother I oddly felt better then before I cried.

It was felt like a sort of catharsis even thought I didn't know that I needed one. It's just very odd to me that I feel better just from crying. I've never experienced that before.

I'm very tired now, and I need to go to sleep. Since tomorrow is going to be my last day in Chicago I don't think my Mom is going to let me sleep late because she will want to spend time with me.