Chicago Experience
Sunday we got to go out to see a hockey game in chicago, the Chicago Wolves vs. the Peoria Rivermen. But it ended up being more than that, I suppose.
The morning did not start off well. I woke up feeling like shit, fearing I would not be able to go, and I went anyway. This was a mistake...today I'm sick as hell, with a fever, cough, and congested head. Anyway, The drive there was surprisingly not boring. I finally got to go in to The Oasis, which is pretty spectacular, and there were all sorts of unfamiliar things to see. There were a bunch of deer off the side of the road, and buildings I'd never seen before. We didn't go downtown, so when we got to Chucago I wasn't amongst old buildings and huge skyscrapers. But it was Chicago nontheless. It looked like a great place to live...the neighborhood was decent, and there were all sorts of things to do. Oh yeah, haha, I saw the first McDonalds. There were fake people in it. It kinda freaked me out. There were some really nice houses with copper gutters and wooden garage doors, brick driveways and huge gardens. And there were your usual apartment buildings, and little shoebox houses. It was in a flight path for the O'Hare airport, so planes were so low you could see the windows and landing gear. The stadium we went to was right by the airport, so you could even see the lights in the daytime in the parking lot.
We visited Merry's step-mom. Coolest older person ever. I didn't ask her age but I thin Merry said she was sixty something? She looked great for her age! She was really awesome over all anyway. Her house was charming. Hell, I want her house. There was cool stuff EVERYWHERE, even though it was just a little apartment. There was clutter everywhere, books and statues, random instruments, plants and crucifixes. Also, Wizard of Oz stuff was scattered about. She must have been a fan. Her walls were all different colors and she had one wall that was all mirrors. Her bathtub was fileld with random things, which confused me, but whatever. Her toilet flushed with a button. Awesome. And she herself had a touch of that Chicago accent.
We took a tour with her, seeing the whole neighborhood, and we stopped at Target to piddle around in the store before the game. But the most amazing part was where we went to eat. Portello's I think it was. The cheese fries were awesome, but the restraunt itself was amazing. I think it was a twenties theme...that or the thirties. There were statues and random collections everywhere, dimmer lighting with jazz music playing. It was bustling with energy, full of people, young and old alike. There were people everywhere. The lemonade was real to boot! I think Merry said there was one in California.
The game itself was...not as exciting as I had hoped. We got in through the VIP entrance (I got a stuffed zamboni, it's adorable) and had pretty good seats near the goal, specifically by the announcer box. The guy who calls the game was Merry's brother, and he got us in. He was really nice, and I take it he liked his job. He also does the game thing for the Chicago Cubs when they're in Wrigley Field, and we'll probably go see them when the season starts. Wow, Wrigley Field....I never figured I would go there.
The pre-game show was probably the most exciting part, but it didn't do its job well. The crowd was very low-energy, cheering only during goals and fowls. There was no egging, not much booing, excetera. The local team I had gone to see was more fun in my opinion. At least then I got to cheer and scream and stuff. The game ended in our favor, Wolves 4, Rivermen 2. They played a good game, held eachother off well. The first run there wasn't one goal made. Maybe that accounted for the mellower crowd.
Nearing the end of the game, my sickness caught up with me in full force. I was not feeling very happy when we got out to the car, and I tried to sleep most of the time. I got some food when we visited The Oasis again, but I didn't really eat it. Just fondled it a bit and starred blankly at it.
Now this morning I woke up in a cold sweat and parched, with a fever, and I had to miss another day of school. I've missed more than a week now. I think I was suseptable to it because of all the stress lately, and my brother being sick nd at home at the same time. I miss my friends, and I guess I sort of miss school, but I can't go until I'm on antibiotics, which won't be until tomorrow, and for 24 hours after my fever breaks. Ugh. This is just my luck, I suppose.
The morning did not start off well. I woke up feeling like shit, fearing I would not be able to go, and I went anyway. This was a mistake...today I'm sick as hell, with a fever, cough, and congested head. Anyway, The drive there was surprisingly not boring. I finally got to go in to The Oasis, which is pretty spectacular, and there were all sorts of unfamiliar things to see. There were a bunch of deer off the side of the road, and buildings I'd never seen before. We didn't go downtown, so when we got to Chucago I wasn't amongst old buildings and huge skyscrapers. But it was Chicago nontheless. It looked like a great place to live...the neighborhood was decent, and there were all sorts of things to do. Oh yeah, haha, I saw the first McDonalds. There were fake people in it. It kinda freaked me out. There were some really nice houses with copper gutters and wooden garage doors, brick driveways and huge gardens. And there were your usual apartment buildings, and little shoebox houses. It was in a flight path for the O'Hare airport, so planes were so low you could see the windows and landing gear. The stadium we went to was right by the airport, so you could even see the lights in the daytime in the parking lot.
We visited Merry's step-mom. Coolest older person ever. I didn't ask her age but I thin Merry said she was sixty something? She looked great for her age! She was really awesome over all anyway. Her house was charming. Hell, I want her house. There was cool stuff EVERYWHERE, even though it was just a little apartment. There was clutter everywhere, books and statues, random instruments, plants and crucifixes. Also, Wizard of Oz stuff was scattered about. She must have been a fan. Her walls were all different colors and she had one wall that was all mirrors. Her bathtub was fileld with random things, which confused me, but whatever. Her toilet flushed with a button. Awesome. And she herself had a touch of that Chicago accent.
We took a tour with her, seeing the whole neighborhood, and we stopped at Target to piddle around in the store before the game. But the most amazing part was where we went to eat. Portello's I think it was. The cheese fries were awesome, but the restraunt itself was amazing. I think it was a twenties theme...that or the thirties. There were statues and random collections everywhere, dimmer lighting with jazz music playing. It was bustling with energy, full of people, young and old alike. There were people everywhere. The lemonade was real to boot! I think Merry said there was one in California.
The game itself was...not as exciting as I had hoped. We got in through the VIP entrance (I got a stuffed zamboni, it's adorable) and had pretty good seats near the goal, specifically by the announcer box. The guy who calls the game was Merry's brother, and he got us in. He was really nice, and I take it he liked his job. He also does the game thing for the Chicago Cubs when they're in Wrigley Field, and we'll probably go see them when the season starts. Wow, Wrigley Field....I never figured I would go there.
The pre-game show was probably the most exciting part, but it didn't do its job well. The crowd was very low-energy, cheering only during goals and fowls. There was no egging, not much booing, excetera. The local team I had gone to see was more fun in my opinion. At least then I got to cheer and scream and stuff. The game ended in our favor, Wolves 4, Rivermen 2. They played a good game, held eachother off well. The first run there wasn't one goal made. Maybe that accounted for the mellower crowd.
Nearing the end of the game, my sickness caught up with me in full force. I was not feeling very happy when we got out to the car, and I tried to sleep most of the time. I got some food when we visited The Oasis again, but I didn't really eat it. Just fondled it a bit and starred blankly at it.
Now this morning I woke up in a cold sweat and parched, with a fever, and I had to miss another day of school. I've missed more than a week now. I think I was suseptable to it because of all the stress lately, and my brother being sick nd at home at the same time. I miss my friends, and I guess I sort of miss school, but I can't go until I'm on antibiotics, which won't be until tomorrow, and for 24 hours after my fever breaks. Ugh. This is just my luck, I suppose.