Chicago, Fiction Scribe style
The Windy City is probably a sadder place, now that I have returned home. What a weekend, though! For those who haven't been to Chicago before, let my testimonial be a guide that everyone should go and check it out. There is so much to see and do, from shopping to nightlife and everything in between. Friday night, we hit up a Spanish tapas bar and restaurant. The food was excellent, the sangria cold, and everyone in there (present company excluded) was hip and good-looking. I definitely nerded the joint up, but I don't give a damn. It was fun.
Our view from the hotel room was superb. We overlooked the Navy Pier, Lake Michigan, and a few homeless guys.
Saturday began by Jenny and I springing for breakfast at the restaurant of our hotel, the Swissotel. Big mistake. It was grossly overpriced. I did redeem myself by swiping everything that wasn't nailed down to our table. All in all, the food was good, but I have etched a mental note to never go to that restaurant again. They could have at least kissed us goodbye or given us a little pillow talk after the gouging we took.
After that, we went shopping on Michigan Avenue. When I say "we" I really mean Jenny and her friend. I was their bitch who carried around all their purchases. After Round 1 of shopping, we went to Giordano's for some traditional Chicago-style deep dish pizza. There was enough cheese on there to stop up a toilet but boy was it tasty. I ordered a token salad to give the apprearance of being health-conscious.
Dinner consisted of good food served by a very cheesy, 80's looking waiter with horrible, wavy, mullet-like hair. Other members of the dinner party brilliantly remarked at his mortician-ness. I even had a dream that everyone was making fun of me. When I looked in the mirror, I saw HIS hair on my head. Then, we had a drink at the 95th floor of the Hancock Building.
On Sunday, we went to see the Padres beat the hell out of the Cubs in Wrigley Field. It was a little nipply out there walking the streets of Wrigleyville, but I persevered, mainly due to copious amounts of liquid refreshment.
Overall, it was a blast and I will post photos of the trip asap. Next time, I plan on staying longer! Any good recommendations for next trip?
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Funny story about yesterday's game that I forgot to mention. We were sitting down (our seats were behind the press booth at Wrigley field). Jenny nudges me when some long-haired guy walks by us and asks, "Who is that guy? Is he someone important? He looks familiar."
I respond jokingly, "Nah, he's just some burnout with long hair."
Five minutes later, that burnout with long hair went up to the press box and sang to the entire crowd during the 7th inning stretch.
It was Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam.
Our view from the hotel room was superb. We overlooked the Navy Pier, Lake Michigan, and a few homeless guys.
Saturday began by Jenny and I springing for breakfast at the restaurant of our hotel, the Swissotel. Big mistake. It was grossly overpriced. I did redeem myself by swiping everything that wasn't nailed down to our table. All in all, the food was good, but I have etched a mental note to never go to that restaurant again. They could have at least kissed us goodbye or given us a little pillow talk after the gouging we took.
After that, we went shopping on Michigan Avenue. When I say "we" I really mean Jenny and her friend. I was their bitch who carried around all their purchases. After Round 1 of shopping, we went to Giordano's for some traditional Chicago-style deep dish pizza. There was enough cheese on there to stop up a toilet but boy was it tasty. I ordered a token salad to give the apprearance of being health-conscious.
Dinner consisted of good food served by a very cheesy, 80's looking waiter with horrible, wavy, mullet-like hair. Other members of the dinner party brilliantly remarked at his mortician-ness. I even had a dream that everyone was making fun of me. When I looked in the mirror, I saw HIS hair on my head. Then, we had a drink at the 95th floor of the Hancock Building.
On Sunday, we went to see the Padres beat the hell out of the Cubs in Wrigley Field. It was a little nipply out there walking the streets of Wrigleyville, but I persevered, mainly due to copious amounts of liquid refreshment.
Overall, it was a blast and I will post photos of the trip asap. Next time, I plan on staying longer! Any good recommendations for next trip?
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Funny story about yesterday's game that I forgot to mention. We were sitting down (our seats were behind the press booth at Wrigley field). Jenny nudges me when some long-haired guy walks by us and asks, "Who is that guy? Is he someone important? He looks familiar."
I respond jokingly, "Nah, he's just some burnout with long hair."
Five minutes later, that burnout with long hair went up to the press box and sang to the entire crowd during the 7th inning stretch.
It was Eddie Vedder of Pearl Jam.
posted by Barry S. at 2:57 PM
