~*~ Chicago is…My Kind of Town…Chicago Is… ~*~

 

Dates: November 13-15, 2004

Location: Chicago, IL

Travelers: Sara, Matt & Kim

 

My other job is “Julie the Cruise Director” in case you were wondering who ends up pulling this information together. I frequently send emails to people asking who wants to go where. These emails typically include flight cost, flight times, hotel information and potential travel dates. What can I say? When I want to go somewhere, I want to go now!

 

That’s pretty much how this started. I sent the email out in early October to Matt, Anthony & Sara and it was pretty much a quick reply of yes from all but Anthony. He gave some washed up excuse about just coming back from Hawaii the week before we were planning to go and thought he should stay home that weekend. I think Sara said it best in her “nyah nyah nyah, my p#ssy hurts” email. Emails went back and forth between the three of us and I began to feel bad for Matt because Sara and I haven’t spent more than 2 hours together in probably the last 4 years. He had no idea what he was in for! I sent out an email telling Matt that he needed to sleep with one eye open if he saw any marshmallows in the vicinity. His response had something to do with chocolate syrup and whipped cream ~ maybe I should have told him the camping story prior to that email. At any rate, I had booked my tickets by the end of the week. Sara book hers the following but I think that Matt held out as long as possible and ended up booking them about 2 weeks in advance. Nothing like giving Sara and I a coronary. That’s okay though, because I neglected to book the hotel until almost the last minute as well.

 

Friday, 11/13/04

So there we had it ~ reservations leaving Friday afternoon on 11/13, Matt and I arriving in Chicago around 1:30pm and Sara around 3:30pm. I had the earliest return trip on Sunday, leaving O’Hare at 6:00pm while Matt and Sara weren’t schedule to leave until 7:30-8:00pm. I booked a standard double room at the Congress Plaza Hotel in downtown Chicago on Michigan Avenue. I ended up choosing this hotel because of it’s proximity to the Sear’s Tower ~ a place that we all wanted to see.

 

On Friday morning around 7:30am I got a call from Matt who immediately burst into song (sort of) by singing “CHICAGOOO-OOOooo”. It was from the Frank Sinatra song but that was the only word he knew…so that’s where the serenade ended. Little did I know how obnoxious one word of one song can get after a 48 hour period? Anyhoo, I managed to get out of work a little early to get to the airport. I hadn’t flown since 9/11 so I wasn’t sure what to expect. All in all it wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. I mean, security surprised me when I was asked to remove my shoes but other than that, no complaints.

 

When I got to O’Hare, I called Matt and he had just arrived as well. We spent the next 15 minutes on the phone trying to figure out who was in what terminal. I was finally able to find him after walking to every damn baggage claim in Chicago! Since we needed to wait for Sara, we decided to go find a place to relax and have a drink. We ended up at the Hilton in the middle of the airport at their little sports bar. We ordered a couple of beers and then toasted the weekend! After about an hour or so, Sara arrived and sat with us for another beer & some food before we headed out. When it came time to pay the bill, I reached in my purse for my ATM card. Nothing. I looked inside and started pawing through it. Still nothing. I gave it to Sara for a second opinion. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Nyet. My ATM card was gone and I had no cash on me to speak of. I hadn’t even been in Chicago for 2 hours!

 

Sara and Matt paid the bill and we left to find the train station while I fretted about the fact that my only source of money was now gone. Just as we got to the station, my phone rang. When I answered, it was my bank calling to tell me that my card was in Chicago (what a coincidence – so am I!) and that someone had tried to use it to purchase almost $200 worth of baby food at a grocery store. The clerk had been keen enough to see the female name on the card when a guy was trying to use it. She asked for ID and he took my card and ran. The good news? My card was deactivated so he wouldn’t be able to use it again. The bad news? I still had no cash and no way to get cash. Thankfully I was with friends who were very understanding and helpful. What a way to start off the weekend!

 

We took the train into Chicago and then made our way to the hotel. Thankfully the hotel had been paid off on my card so I didn’t need to present it…because I didn’t have it. I was given two room keys and directions on how to get there. I was told that we were in the “Buckingham Wing”. WOW! The Buckingham Wing! I can’t believe our luck!!! I immediately told Sara and Matt where we were staying and led the way down the hall. I’m quite sure that someone belted out “Chicagoooo-oooo” again. We reached the elevator and the doors opened up. Where the hell is the rest of the damn elevator?!? How are three people and their luggage going to fit into that box? Somehow we squeezed in with our bags (Matt’s bag, for the record, was bigger than Sara’s and mine). The sign on the inside said “maximum 10 people and 2500 pounds”. I would pay good money to see either combination of those in that rinky dink thing! When the doors opened, it was like a completely different hotel. Gone were the vibrant colors and brass fixtures. Gone were the cheery people and the bright lights. Hello darkness, gray rugs and stench. If nothing else, it was a good lesson in booking hotel reservations online. Our room did have two beds. It also had three windows that wouldn’t shut completely, a broken fire alarm and a light fixture that was hanging off the ceiling by its wires. Nice.

 

Despite the room, we laughed about the whole thing and I, of course, got harassed for my choice of hotels (like I had this whole thing planned). We relaxed for a little while and then decided to go out for a bite to eat and check out the city. I think we walked a good 3 miles looking for some local flavor and a good place to eat. Yeah, we ended up at the Bennigan’s four blocks from the hotel. Still, the food was good and they had cold beer so the three of us were happy about that. We chatted through dinner which gave Sara and Matt a chance to get to know each other better. By the time we finished dinner, we were all pretty damn exhausted from traveling. We headed back to the hotel where we decided to call it a night. I think we had a few laughs in the hotel at each other’s expense.

 

Saturday, 11/14/04

An alarm clock went off at an insanely early hour. Many thanks to Matt, who in preparing for the Philadelphia marathon, had decided to get up early and head out for a nice 13 mile run.  As Matt was in the bathroom getting ready, Sara and I were already stirring and wondering why he was up so dang early (5 am???). So we figured we’d ask him. Turns out…he never changed his watch and thought it was 6am instead ~ how’s that for the first day out. He grumbled and whined a bit but then decided that an earlier start to his run meant an earlier start to our day. He took off, Sara and I showered and changed and by the time he came back, we were ready to face the Windy City!

 

Matt’s morning run had served a great purpose of scouting out the city ahead of time so we had a good plan on what direction we wanted to take throughout the day. He had discovered an Irish pub or two, the Navy Pier, several museums, Wrigley Field and the Sears Tower. Turns out we were a close proximity to all of them. Before our day could truly begin, we popped into a quaint little café for coffee and muffins to fuel ourselves up. The set up of the shop was miserable and we somehow managed to get out of there without Matt paying anything for his breakfast.

 

The plan was for us to board a trolley that we could hop on and off at our leisure. The 13 stops would take us exactly to the places that we wanted to see ~ and then some. We stood on Michigan Avenue waiting for the trolley to show up, admiring the beauty and cleanliness of the city. People buzzed about in an early morning rush, something that seemed odd on a Saturday morning. They shuffled to and fro, carrying large cups of coffee, boxes of donuts and morning papers. The trolley finally pulled up and we hopped aboard, anxious to begin our journey through the city.

 

The first stop was near Wrigley Field where the driver pulled over and allowed us to get out and take pictures of the skyline. We were grateful for the opportunity and snapped away at the Sears Tower and the Hancock building. What a bunch of tourists! Next stop, Navy Pier. We decided this would be a great place to get off and wander. The giant red Ferris wheel pulls you in like a moth to bright light. Immediately, we wanted to run up the stairs and take a ride. Despite the chilly temperatures, the ride was very pleasant. We had a birds eye view of the city below and it was only then that I realized Sara wasn’t thrilled to death with heights. Upon exiting the ride, we meandered around the pier in search of some coffee, finally discovering a Starbuck’s amidst the shops. Coffee’s in hand, and Matt in his pea- coat, we took off once again exploring the pier. There were shops galore, Billy Goat Tavern (cheezburger! cheezburger! cheezburger!), a stained glass museum (because that sounds interesting). Scatter along the pier were statues of people in all sorts of positions. We should have taken more pictures of them but I captured a nice one of Sara and Matt double-teaming one of the statues in the parking garage. At the end of the pier, we stood in amazement looking out over Lake Michigan. With Indiana to the East and Michigan to the West and Ohio far off in the distance ~ we were able to see 4 states thanks to the amazingly clear day. We headed back to catch the trolley to our next stop.

 

We decided to get off at the Magnificent Mile ~ North Michigan Avenue which is loaded with restaurants, stores and all sorts of great places. We walked along, window shopping and people watching as we went. It seemed to be that everyone in the city was out that day as the crowds were almost overwhelming. Matt did his best to jump into any picture possible. We snapped shots of the Chicago Tribune, Magnificent Mile, and the “Chicago River”. Though we didn’t go into any shops, we enjoyed them from afar (and it was a very good thing that I didn’t have my debit card on me at the time). Once again, we waited for the trolley. Thirty minutes between stops isn’t so bad. Unless Matt decides he has to go to the bathroom and that’s when the trolley shows up…so we are left waiting yet another thirty minutes for the next trolley. Not that I’m bitter.

 

The trolley driver showed us Oprah’s house, the Hancock building and a few other little tidbits throughout the city. The three of us were getting hungry and decided that we’d hop off the next stop to grab lunch. The trolley dropped us right across from the Rainforest Café which would have been great…but the menu wasn’t all that appealing. Needless to say, we decided to wander around until we found something more interesting. We made our way past the House of Blues and commented that should we come back, that would be a great place to stay and hang out. As we turned the corner we discovered Harry Cary’s & the “hole-y cow” and decided that would be an appropriate place for us to have lunch.

 

Following a meal of salads, chicken sandwiches and fries, we set back out with our final mission in mind ~ the Sear’s Tower. Upon arriving at the tower, it was about 4:00pm and the day was winding down. We were pleased to discover that there were no lines to get tickets. We were not so pleased to discover that there was almost an hour wait after we got the tickets. Needless to say, the line moved along at a decent pace. I had Griswold safely tucked away in my purse waiting for the perfect picture atop the Sear’s Tower. At about 5:15pm, we loaded into a high speed elevator to head to the top of the world. The ride only lasted about 30 seconds and our ears were popping the entire way. Once at the top, we realized that the sun had begun to set so we had a beautiful view of Chicago and the outer-laying areas at dusk. The city was sparkling with lights in the orange and pink glow of the setting sun. It was a truly beautiful site to see. We parted ways and wandered around the Tower, snapping pictures when able (they really need to clean the glass on the observation tower!). Griswold had several photo ops from the deck as well, pleased to be in yet another part of the city.

 

Once we had our fill of the views, the sun had all but set, we headed back to the Buckingham Wing to shower and relax before heading out for dinner and our last night in Chicago. Matt had scouted out a great little Irish place on the Chicago River that we planned to hit first and foremost. It was there that we decided to have a little bite to eat. Our first toast of the night was given by Matt who said “Here’s to our last night in Chicago!” “Chi-ca-gooooooo! After a couple of drinks, we set back out on foot to see what sights we could find. Sara was hungry so we stopped at a local brewery (of course!) to have dinner. The second floor was a ballroom that had been taken over by a fraternity and sorority function so we were inundated by formally dressed college students and the drama that comes with them.

 

After finishing our meal, we were all a bit tired but we decided to walk just a bit further to see what we would find. We ended up coming across a really neat little jazz/blues bar where a live band was playing. Although we were all beat, we ordered a couple of drinks and stood in the background listening to the music playing over the crowd. This is the kind of thing I love…just sitting back and taking it all in while the world moves around me. People were dancing, drinking, singing and carrying on while the three of us, content to have a good beer and good music, just stood to the side and observed.

 

We got back to the hotel fairly early, with plans to get up on Sunday, walk around and go to the Field Museum to see “Sue.” Sara and I got the giggles before falling asleep (nothing new there). I think we tried to talk about Matt but I also think he heard us discussing his age. It wasn’t long before we were asleep.

 

 

Sunday, 11/15/04

I think I got up before the alarm went off…though I don’t really know why. I remembered the 768 Dunkin’ Donuts that we had seen and decided to get up and be the coffee-getter for the day. Matt must have heard me and so we headed out together while Sara took a shower. It was a brisk morning in Chicago, but the sky was bluer than ever and people were already bustling around the city. After getting our coffee, we opted to take an alley-route back to the hotel. Matt said something along the lines of “let’s go down this alley” to which I replied “famous last words”. It was completely clean. Not even an empty chip bag flying around the street. I have never been in such a clean city in my life. It was by far the cheeriest alley I have ever been walked down my entire life.

 

Once we got back to the hotel, we showered and packed to leave our stuff at the front desk while we explored. Our flights weren’t leaving until later in the day and we had some time. We slowly walked across Michigan Avenue (okay…we ran like hell) and turned back to check out our hotel. Indeed, the Buckingham Wing was something to behold, inspiring me enough to think immediately of this. The fountains throughout the park were not running which was a shame. I would really like to go back in the summer months because I can imagine it is truly beautiful then. There were quite a number of people strolling through the park, as well as some wild animals. Griswold the Traveling Gnome came with us on this trip and he had some minor behavioral problems. Apparently, he was upset we went out the night before and didn’t bring him along. He managed to get out of the hotel and have some of his own fun. We found him on the way to the Field Museum, standing over his latest victim. There needs to be some sort of formal apology to the squirrels of Chicago on behalf of Traveling Gnomes everywhere.

 

We finally made it into the Field Museum and spent two or three hours milling around and looking at the exhibitions. We each kind of went off on our own in there. Museums are one of those places where each person wants to see different things so we took the opportunity to spend time looking at what interested us. All of us did stop and take a look at Sue though! She is amazing…and huge. It’s hard to imagine the size she must have really been when you are just looking at the skeletal remains. Immense is probably not even close to accurate.

 

There was an excellent exhibition on Egypt, the pyramids and ancient ruins that I enjoyed. They had many sarcophaguses on display, as well as a makeshift pyramid you could explore. The hand made pottery and tools were fascinating to me. Also the size of the “mummies” took me aback. They were so small, incredibly child like. I wondered if they indeed were young, if their bodies were really that much smaller, or what the explanation was. There was also a beautiful exhibit on Tibet with a highlight on Mt. Everest that I gravitated to immediately. Of course. I also had some time to look around at the various animals they had. Birds, bears, deer, you name it. All taxidermied of course, but still well worth a close look. It’s nice to see many of those animals in “real life” to get an idea of the size. Bears never cease to amaze me.

 

We took some time to grab a quick bite to eat before we headed back to the hotel to gather our things. We also took time outside of the Field Museum to get a nice photo of the three of us with Chicago looming in the background.

 

The weekend went by way too fast and I had such a great time with Sara and Matt. I always get a kick out of introducing my friends to each other. I think that’s because so many of my friends don’t know each other, that when they meet…it’s such a great feeling! Matt napped on the train while Sara and I chatted away. We all checked in at the airport and then sat down for a couple of beers before final boarding. I was the first to go so I gave hugs all around and wished them well. As I walked onto the plane, I was content and happy. It had been a great weekend with great company. Now I just have to go and reprimand Griswold…

 

 

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