For some reason it's weird to think that I haven't been to Chicago in over 4 years. I've never frequented Chicago, but at the same time I've always thought it to be easily accessible since it's about as far away from me as Finley is. Just a hop, skip, and a jump down the road by my standards. An easy 8 hour train or bus ride. Or even better, a cheap and quick hour and a half flight. I feel like I've been there many more times than I actually have.
Last time I was down there, Ryan and I took the train to experience the drinking and traipsing around that ended up being the majority of our relationship. I should have seen it then, but I think I was preoccupied by the bean and green river. Shiny things and colored water tend to be my weaknesses.
|My rendition of the ultimate distraction.|
This time I hope to see the sites and enjoy a beach. I also am excited because this time I'll be visiting Will, who has lived in Chicago for a couple years now and knows his way around. I've never been to this city with someone who knows its ins and outs quite so well. I hope to do more than just get drunk and chat up other random drunks. Although don't get me wrong, I am certainly glad to make a night of it. But there is so much more to do there than drink.
Like, I don't know...
See a show.
Ride the ferris wheel at Navy Pier.
Visit the Sears Tower (including the crazy balcony thing that I have dared myself to edge up to if we make it to the observatory)
See the animals in the zoo.
Ride the El.
Get into a gang fight.
Pretend my last name ends in "ski" (i.e. Veldhouski).
Eat a special hotdog that has a bunch of Chicago ingredients on it.
Oh man! I missed out last time! I'm certainly going to have a full schedule for Will to live up to. That, and it will be Labor Day Weekend and after doing a little googling, I've learned there is going to be a jazz festival and fireworks too. He'd better get cracking and start preparing for my arrival. It certainly has potential to be quite the mini vacation.
|My first time in the Windy City back in aught five. My hair goes well with your moniker, Chicago.|