Chicago Day 1
Arrived Friday night and made our way to the best fucking airbnb we’ve ever inhabited. Our own door from the street, own bathroom, a huge closet, a good bed, and hardly any poltergeists. That apparently not being awesome enough, our host, a biologist studying the regenerative properties of zebra fish, made us breakfast each morning. This place was about three blocks from the L, which we took downtown each morning, marveling at how much better it was than BART. Never mind the boring details on that, just take for example that on that first day, the attendant at the first station let us on for free so we could buy a 3 day pass at the next station. Anyone at BART who did that would be subjected to the pudding punishment (don’t ask).
Our first stop was the bean. Well, technically our first stop was Reckless Records, but that was an accident. From the bean we went across the street to the cultural center to see the Tiffany dome. They were setting up for an event and kicked us out, and we decided to go to Willis Tower. The wait for the elevator was 90 minutes so we decided fuck that, but got to take shitty pictures of the flourescent bike installation outside. We then headed to the Field Museum where we saw Sue the T Rex and a bunch of special exhibits of which no photos are allowed. I’m pretty sure I can’t even tell you what they were without subjecting you to the pudding thing that I can’t talk about, so you’ll just have let that one go too.
For dinner, we dropped by Frontera Grill, where we got a couple of seats in only 75 minutes. While we waited for that, we made for the nearest record store, a few blocks away. On the way, we stopped to take a picture of the giant 42 on a fire station door. They let us come in and look at their hoses and junk and the captain waved at me and then we left. I passed up an amazing record at the record store and then, on the way back to the Mexican restaurant, we stopped at a Mexican restaurant for a li’l drinky. We got back to Frontera Grill, ate some amazing food, drank amazing tequila, and topped it off with brown sugar and date cake with a side of Negra Modelo ice cream. Negra. Fucking. Modelo. Ice cream.
At the end of the night, we went to chsh and The Internet was there and I met a bunch of awesome humans, and missed some other awesome humans (we were a little late, but keep in mind: Negra Modelo ice cream), and I managed to take only one horrible picture so here it is for you to look at because memories. It was kind of surreal meeting so many people who do good internet, as well as the many people who apparently love watching random felines sneak into my house. Plus, hardly anyone subjected me to pudding, so all in all, I’d have to say it was a fucking blast.