Let me just say, I absolutely LOVE Chicago.
But of course, I’m glad to be home. It was an exhausting trip, so exhausting that I slept the entire day on Sunday.
So what did I do? Well, it’s not nearly as kinky as my Thanksgiving story because I was staying with friends. But if you just want to live vicariously through my sex-free story, keep reading.
If you want to hear some sexy stuff, check out this diary entry.
So! On to my adventure!
As soon as my gentleman-friend and I get into town, we are immediately put on a boat. My friend told me he had procured a boat before we left for Chicago, so I’m thinking it’s a wine and cheese affair. I was worried my clothes weren’t fancy enough for what was sure to be a high-class evening.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Apparently, it’s common for Chicagoans, or at least these Chicagoans, to race their boats while drinking and carrying perfect strangers.
My friend knew only the owner of the boat. Including our group of 4 and the captain, there was 15 people on a boat scarcely larger than a 70s Cadillac.
I asked for a life jacket immediately.
I forget what these boats are called, but they have sails and tilt on their side when they turn, and in a BOAT RACE they turn a LOT.
Every time the boat turned, the mass of people had to quickly jump to the other side.
I refused to be one of those people and sat next to the captain.
I’d like to be clear, I don’t mind boats, I don’t mind water, but I NEED them to be one on top of the other, preferably the boat on top of the water — not tilted on it’s side.
Maybe you can tell I was a tad traumatized.
It was nearly midnight when the boating was over and my friend had to work in the morning, so we went straight home and I took a much needed nap.
After a lovely French breakfast, I wanted to go directly to the nearest beach, which I believe was Montrose Beach. Don’t quote me on that, though, they have several beaches.
I spent a good deal of the day there. I adored the crisp, almost too cold water, the view of the skyline, and seeing the flightpath of all the planes coming into the city.
OMG, they even had a bar right there on the beach!
I tell ya, Chicago has everything a girl could ever want or need.
After a refreshing beverage, we met up with our friends and had a late lunch at a charming Jewish deli, we went on a walkabout taking in the sights and sounds of the city.
Eventually, we made our way to the Green Mill!
If you’ve never been, you MUST go. It’s an old speakeasy, everything about it screams 1920s, and at the very front is a full bandstand playing all kinds of Jazz.
I went to the front of the bar and watched a few numbers. I saw people dancing and started crying because it was so charming and beautiful and lovely.
I need to calm down or I’ll get weepy eyed right now.
This was our big tourist day and boy did we see damn near everything.
First, we went back to the beach, of course, but a different one and on those little rent-a-bikes. Biking around Cicago was much less stressful than in Belgium, I’ll tell you that much. I’m used to cars, no big deal.
Then, we hoped on a train close to Wrigley Field and walked all around it until we saw the statue of Harry Caray.
After that, we got back on the bikes and went toward the zoo. Or maybe the zoo was before the stadium, lol, I can’t remember.
A FREE ZOO. 100% free for anyone to enter, just like a regular city park. My mind is still blown.
Then we grabbed a Chicago dog and headed toward Chinatown to meet our friends for dinner before the art show my friend was in.
The art show didn’t finish until very late, so we pretty much just went home after that.
So sad… I miss Chicago.
First things first, we went to get some brunch and a bloody mary.
After our goodbyes, my gentleman-friend and I went to the river walk and walked all around as much of the loop as our tired feet would allow.
We went to the Palmer House, one of the most beautiful hotel lobbies I’ve ever seen, and had to tear ourselves away to catch out train to the airport.
It all went by entirely too fast.
I need to go back.