Chicago update

Chicago was great fun, tho the weather sucked mightily on Sunday/Monday — gak! — cold *and* wet! In August! (ok, and the first day of September… but still!). Luckily on Sunday we mostly were at the Shedd Aquarium (of course, so were approximately 14 million families with their requisite two-year old children). But the aquarium was nice & we saw many pretty fishies.

Friday I was on my own (Jeff was working) and I spent it tooling around on Michigan Ave., hitting most of the big mall-things and bunches of the stores. I didn’t do nearly the damage I could’ve, as I really only bought one big thing, a really swell sweater. It was warm and sunny, and a lovely day to be out and about.

Friday night we met up with some of Jeff’s friends at a bar called Kasey’s on Printers’ Row. Many beers were had. At one point I felt obligated to demonstrate that I could still make those little origami folded-fortune-telling things, so I did, using a piece of paper from my bag. Unfortunately, as I discovered the next morning, the piece of paper I chose to use was my shopping map (thanks to Lucky Magazine) for Bucktown & Wicker Park. Oops. Turns out that Jeff’s friend Dan (whom I refer to as Frick, since Jeff always referred to him in tandem with his friend, Tack, who, somewhat unsuprsingly, I call Frack) looks like Harrison Ford. Really. (Pictures from the trip posted soon, I hope).

On Saturdy Jeff & I took the train (Blue line?) to Wicker Park / Bucktown (I’m not sure which of the two we really were in). We went to Orange Skin (which was full of things that I wanted, but that wouldn’t fit in my carryon) and a bunch of little boutique-y places on that same street. Brunch was had at Earwax, and was really good, despite the revolting name. After going back to the hotel to change and rest, we headed out for a wonderful* dinner pre-Cirque at Zelaous, which was pleasantly fussy but not pretentious. Cirque was great — my favorite act of this show was the one that Jeff and I ended up calling the Butt Jugglers. Basically, there were guys laying on their backs on chairs so that their heads were where your knees would be and their feet stuck up where your head would be. Then these other guys *sat* on the upturned feel of the first guys and did backflips, with the bottom guy helping to spin them around. Ok, that was really complicated, but suffice it to say that this was a really amazing thing to see. Much danger for squishing. We wondered about “cups” (“And this ain’t no Dixie cup, and you don’t wanna be drinkin’ out of it”).

Sunday was Shedd’s, as I mentioned above, and dinner after at a little coffeehouse (again on Printers’ Row). Unfortunately, by the time we were done with dinner it was cold and wet and we were *tired* so we just went to the hotel and crashed. Sunday we made a cursory trip down Michigan Ave. to kill the small amount of time we had before leaving for the airport. (Where my flights were again delayed. I think I forgot to mention I was delayed an hour on the way *to* Chicago…)

And I read the *worst book* while waiting. (more on that later)

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