So I'm in Indianapolis (with a school group), forget the minor details, lol. But after going to the hotel, went we to a supposed fancy resturant. When we got there and got to go get the food, they had some greasy chicken, dry turkey, mashed potatoes with no gravy, and some nasty macaroni and cheese that they try to make look fancy. Kraft would of been better. So I just grabbed a piece of chicken and potatoes. Afterward we went to a play, The Elephant Man, which was pretty good for just being a local play, not broadway. Halfway through my stomach was killing me. That damned chicken. I felt like when Cartmen ate a bunch of chicken skin only on South Park. So, I felt like I was gonna puke all the way back to the hotel, then we ordered some pizza, I had 5 pieces, and somehow felt better. My stomach amazes me sometimes.