Here comes a super long recap of our Chicago trip. I'm realizing that I should always try to promptly recap these trips because I forget all the details and while I'm writing these things for my readers, I'm also writing this up for myself so I can remember later what we did. An online diary if you will. Unfortunately I'm using the iphone photos a lot because I would forget my good camera (like an idiot) and the iphone I just snap snap so I can remember what we did.
As we know, Matt doesn't like to fly so I tried to make it as pleasant a trip as possible so we flew Virgin America, the pimpest of pimpy airlines. He did well on the flight and I was able to enjoy a wine and cheese pairing on the way there (and the way back) which helped chill me out even though I didn't need it. Lookit this cute situation. A TINY WINE BOTTLE AH!
Kenya Crested Guineafowl. I like to pretend I'm Dr. Doolittle at zoos and call to the animals in whatever noise they're making and it usually works, this guy came right up to the fence to talk to me. Or to show off his do, either or.
The neighborhood we stayed in was the Gold Coast that a friend of ours recommended and I'm so glad he did. It was like a movie backlot, full of these amazing buildings and perfectly manicured front yards and quiet as could be. We were about a block from Lincoln Park and four blocks from an L stop. If we lived in Chicago, I could definitely see us living in a neighborhood like this.
As we walked up these steps you could not believe the excitement I was feeling. I was downright giddy.
And while it wasn't a perfect recreation it was still so very special. Everyone that sees the photo takes less than a milli-second to recognize what Matt and I were doing.
The station has fallen on hard times. I'm blaming Rahm Emmanuel 'cause every cab driver we encountered blamed him for everything.
Native Foods where I finally had an actual vegetable that wasn't cut into a fry. While there it started pouring rain and we hung 'til it died a little then walked to find a place to stay dry and ended up at another filming location, Chicago Union Station.
Not surprisingly he's never seen "My Best Friend's Wedding" but I sure have and how could I forget the scene where Julianne laments that she's pond scum.
Matt bought a Bears hat (he's decided to adopt them as his football team since he don't have one to root for)
While we were there we heard music and turns out there was a free concert nearby with some patriotic music as led by a kilt wearing Scot (geez they were everywhere).
So that's Days 1-3 in magical Chicago.