My whirlwind trip to Chicago over the weekend was expensive, exhausting, and unkind to my liver, but it was also extremely entertaining.
Darren and I drove into the city around 6:00 and got settled in the rather drably furnished, but well-situated Holiday Inn Mart Plaza. It sits atop the Chicago Sun Times building, starting at the fifteen floor.
Our room was on the 19th floor. The view was good, for all that we were on the wrong side of the building to see the best bits of downtown. I wouldn't have minded living in one of the brownstones below.
Once we were settled at the hotel, we met up with our friends and had a great dinner at a blues club before walking to Navy Pier. We froze our asses off on the walk, after a bit of aimless wandering along the pier, we hopped in a cab and zipped over to Boystown for some bar-hopping and man-watching.
See, men. Lots of 'em.
Sunday started off with brunch and far, far too much to drink (it should be a crime to serve all-you-can-drink mimosas) followed by some drunken shopping. We met this comely young shop "girl" at one of our stops.
Nothing builds a thirst like shopping, so we stopped a few doors down for a few $3 screwdrivers. This picture captures my memory of the moment perfectly.
And this only brings us to 5:00 in the afternoon!
Tomorrow, I'll have my report on the aerobically super-fit Ms. Ciccone, the reason for the season.
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