Last week Mark rolled up with a post about Rax Restaurant, and how he wondered if anybody remembered them, and if they even still existed.  Well, Dave did a little digging and discovered one (of 11 left!) in the little town of Joliet, only an hour away from Chicago!  So, we had planned on meeting up on Saturday, and Dave and I decided to surprise Mark with a road trip to Rax.  I roll up to Dave’s apartment Saturday afternoon, and Dave greets me with a, “Bad news… Mark forgot”.  Strike one for the Rax surprise;  I go home to nap away the rainy Saturday afternoon.  We step up to the plate the next day, and the 3 of us… JUST the 3 of us (we can make it if we try!  {i know it’s 2;  but this blog is mine!}) hop out onto the highway down to Joliet.  And lemme tell you, Mark has NO idea what we’re doing or where we’re going, so we tell him we’re going to do a photo shoot in an abandoned train car.  Then, we tell him we’re going bury him alive where no one will ever find him.  We have SO MUCH FUN TOGETHER!!!  AnyRax,  running out of excuses and distracting conversation, Mark begins to get a bit suspicious.  So, Dave has to pistol-whip him, and knock him out.  Not really;  fortunately it didn’t come to that because we finally roll up on the Maginificent Rax Restaurant!  Sounds of Joy are heard from the big, bearded kid in the back seat.  We win!  Oh, and we took some pictures…

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