Friday, August 2, 2013
the windy city
The first time I went to Chicago, it was with my mom and sisters. We squeezed into the tiny home of some lovely people we had just met, stayed for a few days exploring and walking and eating and walking and taking the American Girl Doll store by storm and walking and figuring out the L (elevated subway system) and laughing and walking some more.
The first time I took a roadtrip by myself, without my family, just with friends and my sister, in a big city all by ourselves to adventure and sightsee and have a jolly good time, it was to New York City. We piled onto the floor of a friend’s apartment, and spent the weekend exploring and walking and eating and walking and seeing a show and walking and drinking Starbucks and laughing and walking some more.
Combine the two of those for the best of both worlds, and that equals the recent roadtrip to Chicago with Cassie and Michelle. It was a spur-of-the-moment weekend trip to the Windy City. And when I say “spur-of-the-moment,” I mean we’d talked about it for quite awhile but thanks to my good ol’ friend procrastination, didn’t plan until the very last minute. By which I mean...I was still figuring things out the night before. Joy.
But! It was an absolutely lovely weekend. It was so wonderful to have a super chill time, because even though the three of us had planned out some things we wanted to do and see, we had a lot of freedom to just...hang out in the city and do whatever. Wander about the city, shop along the Magnificent Mile (and force each other to try on hideous outfits), get deep dish Chicago style pizza, have deep conversations in Starbucks, walk by the river as many times as possible, see a show (won the pre-show raffle for cheap front row seats...we were freaking out a little), attempt to sneak up the John Hancock Tower (apparently you have to be 21 cuz they sell drinks up there, darn it), explore little nooks and crannies of the area, chill in Millenium Park, take lots of pictures, hang out our whole last day at the beach (we forgot sunscreen...oh the pain), and just generally have a lovely time. And oh heck yes we visited the American Girl Doll store again.
Best story? Well, the weather was generally pretty perfect while we were there, but Sunday evening we needed to catch a train at 8:40 to take us back to where we were staying (with friends an hour outside the city). We started heading back to the train station an hour early to make sure we got there on time. The subway we needed was closed because of an accident. We had to walk. It started to rain. We didn't have an umbrella. It was getting dark. Picture three soaked girls in cute dresses, now barefoot and carrying our shoes in an attempt to walk as quickly as possible to Union Station, while Michelle's iPhone (which was making sure we knew where we were going) was on about 2% battery. We got to the station at 8:45. Our train had left. We were wet, cold, and tired (that picture near the end of me hunched over was my attempt to stay warm...). The next train wasn't until 10:40. We didn't get back until midnight. So crazy. In hindsight? Such an adventure.
Chicago. I'm in love with this city.