One thing I will never forget.

The pizza hut Chicago dish.  The folks found it cheaper to split 3 big slams (3/$2) of diet pepsi between the six of us than to spring for free refills.  We couldn't just splurge and not splurge.  We had to constantly splurge so minimally that it didn't really count.  While you can't really out bad ass an unlimited flow of fountain diet coke, there is a certain understated experience in nursing a diet soda.  Just jumping in your seat knowing that within 12 minutes, your Chicago dish will be here and you're sweating it big time.  

You check the jukebox to kill some time and in an attempt to cool your blood, down all the complimentary waters.  Free ice water just for sitting down.  You scout for new bathroom art and sing into the echos.  Dank and confusing.  How can a room exist in such an iconic hut without smelling like the dust of ten thousand parmesan cheeses?  What has been going on in there besides farting, shitting, pissing, singing, mopping, and hand washing?  Replacing the cloth towel roll?  We used to all share a towel.  

Never forget.