Wine's been poured and thank the Lord I've had the napkins freshly pressed... [Party-Thread]
Grant Park, on any other day, could be called just a nice little park (or EPIC PARK, seeing as how it appears to have eaten Chicago) where people see other people and other people exercise and some people from different universes fall into Chicago.
TODAY, however, Grant Park has been totally and utterly transformed. Hopefully people weren't in the park in the wee hours of the morning to see a tiny, vaguely crazy lady on a bright orange ladder, hanging streamers and balloons from the trees, setting up tables and pulling wagon after wagon of trays of cookies and laying them out. And not just cookies. Oh no. There are brownies and small sandwiches and more cookies than you could possibly imagine. And on a table in the center of what will eventually be a party, there is a giant birthday cake of epic proportions. It says "WELCOME!!!!!!" on the side in large pink frosting. Towards the top (it's a tiered cake, after all,) it says, in considerably smaller letters 'Happy Birthday to Me! (Gladys)'.
So as the sun rises, people beginning their morning jogs will find the woman behind it all, standing near the cake and holding a large tray of cookies. Many different kinds of cookies. She's smiling broadly, triumphantly. It's her birthday, this is her party, and she's excited.
So, people of Chicago! Come! Come to Gladys' birthday party! Even if you somehow didn't get the notice, invariably you'll want to know just what the EFF is going on in Grant Park. And Gladys is more than happy to feed you.
Actually, she will probably insist on it.
COOOOOME.
[[OOC: Just as a note--even though this is Gladys' party, don't feel like you have to tag to her. People can just come and eat cookies, hang out, find other people they know or maybe even new friends!]]
TODAY, however, Grant Park has been totally and utterly transformed. Hopefully people weren't in the park in the wee hours of the morning to see a tiny, vaguely crazy lady on a bright orange ladder, hanging streamers and balloons from the trees, setting up tables and pulling wagon after wagon of trays of cookies and laying them out. And not just cookies. Oh no. There are brownies and small sandwiches and more cookies than you could possibly imagine. And on a table in the center of what will eventually be a party, there is a giant birthday cake of epic proportions. It says "WELCOME!!!!!!" on the side in large pink frosting. Towards the top (it's a tiered cake, after all,) it says, in considerably smaller letters 'Happy Birthday to Me! (Gladys)'.
So as the sun rises, people beginning their morning jogs will find the woman behind it all, standing near the cake and holding a large tray of cookies. Many different kinds of cookies. She's smiling broadly, triumphantly. It's her birthday, this is her party, and she's excited.
So, people of Chicago! Come! Come to Gladys' birthday party! Even if you somehow didn't get the notice, invariably you'll want to know just what the EFF is going on in Grant Park. And Gladys is more than happy to feed you.
Actually, she will probably insist on it.
COOOOOME.
[[OOC: Just as a note--even though this is Gladys' party, don't feel like you have to tag to her. People can just come and eat cookies, hang out, find other people they know or maybe even new friends!]]