the windy (and freezing. and huge.) city ~
OH HAI, I haven't mentioned it because I suck at blogging now, but I'm in ~Chicago~. I flew in Wednesday morning and I'm here until Sunday night. I am so tired; I didn't sleep a wink because 1.) I can never sleep before trips, 2.) I had like two cans of Coke. ~Whatever~. My mom drove me to the airport, we stopped for bagels and oh my god we also almost hit a family of four deer because she thought it'd be cool to cruise without her glasses. I was like, "*GASP*! Omg!" like more in awe than anything I suppose, and she slammed on the breaks without even knowing what was going on.
I lol'd at security because they were like, "Ma'am, your fleece is a little thick, we're going to have to send it through the x-ray". Sure, okay. But omg it was the shortest flight known to man - I didn't even have time to read one whole magazine, and the pilot comes on speaker and is like, "Looks like we'll be 19 minutes early." in addition to the fact that the flight was only just over an hour to begin with. Mind = blown. But oh man I love everything about flying, I love airports, I love the feeling of taking off, and I am so happy up in the clouds. It makes me wish I believed in heaven so I could look forward to prancing among them. I almost feel asleep and I remember noticing the difference between conscious and unconscious. Sound drifted from loud to muted and back again, I noticed every time I was "asleep" and it was the weirdest thing.
I landed and felt like I was too tired to walk around the city with my backpack full of laptops and DSLRs so I tried to take a nap. I found this adorable little bench by the window, all tucked away in the corner of the airport, and it was hand-painted by children as part of some weekend program. It was precious, I would have taken a photo if I'd have had more energy. I never did fall asleep. Around 11:00 I got inexplicably jazzed and left for the blue line. I am bad at public transportation. In that I don't know where things go and make little to no effort to find out because I'm too busy freaking. I was on the wrong side of the track and some worker cut me through to the right one lol. I love the train though, I could ride that fucker all day. I got off at Clark/Lake and proceeded to just walk around with nowhere in particular to go.
I found a Starbucks, where I stopped and got an actual coffee drink (I HATE COFFEE; THAT'S HOW TIRED I WAS) and a turkey sandwich. I also googled "PLACES TO TAKE A NAP IN CHICAGO" and found an actual page on the topic. I took off toward the Gage building and somehow did not get there even though it was only a few blocks away. I have no idea how I missed it. Instead, I ended up at Daley Plaza, which was magnificent. I loved the area because it was so open and classy compared to the slightly creepy streets I had just been walking on. I sat on a bench with my coffee and people-watched and I was just so fucking happy. They turned the water in their fountains orange, and there were two little girls climbing on a Picasso sculpture across the way. Some woman came over to me and started talking about asbestos and children and I thought she was going to force me to sign something or join some committee or donate BUT then she said she was doing a photo campaign and asked if she could get a photo of me holding a sign. Of course you can!!
I started walking again and came across this fucking PIGEON BONFIRE and I had to get out my camera because I was dying. I think I'm going to do a whole series on birds acting like communal humans.
Then I got lost again, several times over, looking for Michigan Ave. I walked so much, you guys, you probably have no concept of just how much. I eventually became quite miserable - I had to wait for Jas to get off work at 5, and then it was at least a 40 minute drive for him. And all that time, when you're that tired, carrying that much shit, not having a room or even a car to just go to when you feel like it, I can't even. Plus it was cold and my back was hurting and I realize I could have gone to an art museum or something but I really didn't feel like walking through a museum with all my shit, probably breaking everything everytime I turned around. I think I could have enjoyed it much more if I wasn't so tired, too. AND IF IT WAS FUCKING SUMMER.
I found Millenium Park and sat there for awhile just watching people. I also went to the public library but like, every floor was closed for remodeling or private events, it was quite boring and I wasn't sure if I was even in the "library" part of just the information center~ area. And it didn't even have wireless internet, so... didn't stay too long. I walked around moar, omg, so much walking, until finally I just went into a Caribou Coffee and went on tumblr. Jason finally got off work and picked me up, I changed clothes in the car, lol, and we parked in some super expensive ramp (seriously, ass-rapey expensive) before stopping at Rudy's for dinner. The waiter was very banter-y, audacious, and fun, and I ended up taking a shot called ~Grumplemint~ or some shit. He was like, "You should try this, it tastes like Christmas!" And I was like, "IS THERE GOLDSCHLAGER IN IT." and he was like, "No!" But no omg it was so minty that it hurt my poor chapped lips. He gave me shit about how I was sipping it but then said he could give me a pass since it was my first one. "I've never even heard of this, we probably don't have it up in Minnesoooota." He was like, "Oh whatEVER, it's everywhere." Lies.
We walked back toward our car and stopped at the Bean~ in Millenium Park. I didn't have a tripod but I took photos anyway. We will surely take more (tons of creative ones - headstands and dance tricks? I think SO.) in the daylight and probably at night when we have the tripod and remote but for now:
Dying. Dying. The thing is so amazing. Will write moar and show you moar pictures later, of course. We went out tonight too but I am so le (check mood theme)!
I lol'd at security because they were like, "Ma'am, your fleece is a little thick, we're going to have to send it through the x-ray". Sure, okay. But omg it was the shortest flight known to man - I didn't even have time to read one whole magazine, and the pilot comes on speaker and is like, "Looks like we'll be 19 minutes early." in addition to the fact that the flight was only just over an hour to begin with. Mind = blown. But oh man I love everything about flying, I love airports, I love the feeling of taking off, and I am so happy up in the clouds. It makes me wish I believed in heaven so I could look forward to prancing among them. I almost feel asleep and I remember noticing the difference between conscious and unconscious. Sound drifted from loud to muted and back again, I noticed every time I was "asleep" and it was the weirdest thing.
I landed and felt like I was too tired to walk around the city with my backpack full of laptops and DSLRs so I tried to take a nap. I found this adorable little bench by the window, all tucked away in the corner of the airport, and it was hand-painted by children as part of some weekend program. It was precious, I would have taken a photo if I'd have had more energy. I never did fall asleep. Around 11:00 I got inexplicably jazzed and left for the blue line. I am bad at public transportation. In that I don't know where things go and make little to no effort to find out because I'm too busy freaking. I was on the wrong side of the track and some worker cut me through to the right one lol. I love the train though, I could ride that fucker all day. I got off at Clark/Lake and proceeded to just walk around with nowhere in particular to go.
I found a Starbucks, where I stopped and got an actual coffee drink (I HATE COFFEE; THAT'S HOW TIRED I WAS) and a turkey sandwich. I also googled "PLACES TO TAKE A NAP IN CHICAGO" and found an actual page on the topic. I took off toward the Gage building and somehow did not get there even though it was only a few blocks away. I have no idea how I missed it. Instead, I ended up at Daley Plaza, which was magnificent. I loved the area because it was so open and classy compared to the slightly creepy streets I had just been walking on. I sat on a bench with my coffee and people-watched and I was just so fucking happy. They turned the water in their fountains orange, and there were two little girls climbing on a Picasso sculpture across the way. Some woman came over to me and started talking about asbestos and children and I thought she was going to force me to sign something or join some committee or donate BUT then she said she was doing a photo campaign and asked if she could get a photo of me holding a sign. Of course you can!!
I started walking again and came across this fucking PIGEON BONFIRE and I had to get out my camera because I was dying. I think I'm going to do a whole series on birds acting like communal humans.
Then I got lost again, several times over, looking for Michigan Ave. I walked so much, you guys, you probably have no concept of just how much. I eventually became quite miserable - I had to wait for Jas to get off work at 5, and then it was at least a 40 minute drive for him. And all that time, when you're that tired, carrying that much shit, not having a room or even a car to just go to when you feel like it, I can't even. Plus it was cold and my back was hurting and I realize I could have gone to an art museum or something but I really didn't feel like walking through a museum with all my shit, probably breaking everything everytime I turned around. I think I could have enjoyed it much more if I wasn't so tired, too. AND IF IT WAS FUCKING SUMMER.
I found Millenium Park and sat there for awhile just watching people. I also went to the public library but like, every floor was closed for remodeling or private events, it was quite boring and I wasn't sure if I was even in the "library" part of just the information center~ area. And it didn't even have wireless internet, so... didn't stay too long. I walked around moar, omg, so much walking, until finally I just went into a Caribou Coffee and went on tumblr. Jason finally got off work and picked me up, I changed clothes in the car, lol, and we parked in some super expensive ramp (seriously, ass-rapey expensive) before stopping at Rudy's for dinner. The waiter was very banter-y, audacious, and fun, and I ended up taking a shot called ~Grumplemint~ or some shit. He was like, "You should try this, it tastes like Christmas!" And I was like, "IS THERE GOLDSCHLAGER IN IT." and he was like, "No!" But no omg it was so minty that it hurt my poor chapped lips. He gave me shit about how I was sipping it but then said he could give me a pass since it was my first one. "I've never even heard of this, we probably don't have it up in Minnesoooota." He was like, "Oh whatEVER, it's everywhere." Lies.
We walked back toward our car and stopped at the Bean~ in Millenium Park. I didn't have a tripod but I took photos anyway. We will surely take more (tons of creative ones - headstands and dance tricks? I think SO.) in the daylight and probably at night when we have the tripod and remote but for now:
Dying. Dying. The thing is so amazing. Will write moar and show you moar pictures later, of course. We went out tonight too but I am so le (check mood theme)!