First of all, thanks to my husband for the title. It’s a joke he made repeatedly while we were in said city for a week. It got better every time.
We were in Chicago last week! It was pretty great. Both my husband and I have been before, but it’s been years. We were excited because we got at least a few days of real winter. It’s been an incredibly mild one down here in Mississippi. We went from highs in the 70s to the most snow I’ve ever seen in my life.
We spent a lot of time in art museums. Including the entire duration of the Tuesday business hours of The Art Institute.
And we also ate.
And we explored Chinatown…
And we ate.
And we visited the Museum of Contemporary Art…
And we ate…
And we had dessert!
We did some shopping and some gawking. We saw a show at Second City, which was great. We explored a couple neighborhoods and found a cool board game shop. We saw lots of street art and murals and neat old buildings.
And we ate!
We didn’t do any St. Patrick’s Day partying (because we’re old and lame and it was our fifth day there and we were so tired), but we did see the city lit up green.
We didn’t get to see a fraction of what we could have. We were so worn down by day five that we barely had the energy to leave the hotel. But, I think we’ll be back one day. (But not before Boston and New York, which are next on the list.)