A Day in Chicago: Friday, August 15, 2014

After eating a fabulous breakfast, we explored Wicker Park (I still cringe at that Josh Hartnett movie). By explore, what I really mean is shop the few stores that were actually open. We stopped by Urban Outfitters and Reckless Records, and then had to get back to the car before our meter expired. We then found a garage to park that, of course, cost way too much than was actually necessary. After grabbing a lemonade at a Chicago version of Panera that I can't remember the name of, the guys decided they wanted to rent bikes and bike down to Millennium Park. Confession, Lexington has spoiled me because they have bike lanes everywhere. Do I take advantage if them in Lexington? No. At least I have the confidence to know that if I were to get on a bike and ride down the road, I have a less likely chance of getting hit. Pending people aren't idiots. Which we all know is a stretch. Predictably, I opted to walk, dragging Tara along with me. After taking the typical Bean pictures at Millennium Park and listening to a snippet of the orchestra play, we finally booked our hotel room. We decided to stay at the Crowne Plaza at the Chicago O'hare Airport area. Thank you Hotels.com. On the walk back to our car, we happened upon a Froyo place aptly called Froyo Chicago. What a coincidence! Tara and I seem to stumble upon these eateries almost every time we are together. After taking a small exploration of the area to find where to pay for the parking garage - in the lobby of a hotel? Really? - we headed to our hotel. Of course, this being Chicago and a Friday at 3pm, we were stuck in wall to wall traffic for so long I thought we would have to sleep there. We then did the logical thing, as most would do, and pulled off to shop. At Ross's (Granny Book would be proud) - I didn't buy anything I promise! We did finally arrive at our hotel. Tyler and Daniel then went and picked up a deep dish pizza at Giordano's and some Febreeze for our room. When you almost always automatically get non-smoking rooms, you take for granted that there are still, in fact, smoking rooms. Gross. Do I need to show someone pictures of smoker's lungs? And now here we are. Clean, exhausted, and full, and I n a better smelling room, struggling to stay awake to write this post (I am only running on a couple hours sleep here), I digress. Here we have come to the end of our day with the soft lullaby of Netflix singing us off to sleep. 

Hope everyone had a happy Friday!