Chicago Pt. 2: Chicago (after a 13 hour drive)
- By Fredrick
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Through haphazard directions, unyielding traffic, and impossible odds James Flint, my old friend, and I made it safely into Chicago. Immediately the differences between the Windy City and New York were plain as day. Parking was plentiful, people were in short supply, and traffic off the interstate was sparse. A guitar quartet was practicing in the yard of a beautiful church off Jefferson. Oh yeah, all the streets were named after presidents.
We were told to rendezvous with James' friend Lindy in Millennium park. All we were told was to walk west, which turned out to be more of a quest than it seemed. The park turned out to be a ways away, but after being cramped in a tiny Volkswagen for over half a day a long walk was delightful.
Millennium park turned out to be pretty cool. There were many interesting art pieces there, including towering faced waterfalls, which, at times, would spew heavy streams of water from their mouths. The Bean, which is where we were to meet with Lindy, was an interesting bean shaped monument that was like a towering drop of mercury. In the park there was a grand orchestra playing a free show. Everyone was drinking wine.
When Lindy showed up we hitched a ride to the Lincoln Park area where we spent some time in a sports bar. The place was packed and loud, and immediately the table across from us caught my eye. Never before had I seen a table with so many squares before. Popped collar button ups with khaki pants raising the roof and trying to bump and grind. It was a pathetic display that amused me to no end.
We went to a couple more bars and surprisingly, at every location, there were more and more squares. In the lounge of one of the locations James and I were laughing at one such man, when the girls at the table let him in on our amusement. He came over to let us know he doesn't always dance like a douchebag, but he was trying to get with the girls. It worked, as they left together, so good for him.
By the end of the night it was a struggle to keep up with Lindy, and the drive back to her place had me falling asleep sitting up. We got back just in time for me to pass out in the basement, with another daunting day of travel ahead.
Music by The Black Keys.
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