Last Stop: Chicagoland, A Walking Tour
A Completely Biased, Not Entirely Accurate Walking Tour of Chicago
So it's yoga three mornings a week, weekends too if Jared is home, the daycare two mornings, and time with the girls for the rest. He tries to take them someplace once a week-a museum or down to the lake or Navy Pier if it's not too cold.
He loves this neighborhood, loves this city, and it feels good just to be out in it. He loves that even at nine in the morning there are people milling around-punk goth girls waiting for the tattoo place to open, businessmen sitting in the window booths at Clark's drinking coffee and reading the Trib, cute gay boys blocking up the sidewalk in front of the weird vintage Hollywood store, staring at the display window.
The buildings used to be mansions and they've carved them up into condos, all of them owned by a Rockefeller who went rogue in the 60s, smoked a lot of pot, had a wife and girlfriend and a boyfriend and who knows what else, probably a horse and llama too, and created this co-op just on the edge of Boystown.
It's date night and the girls are with Mackenzie, so they're supposed to go out even though Jensen thinks Jared would rather stay in. But Jensen knows what'll happen if they do that. He knows they'll fuck and take a nap and fuck again, shower, and fall asleep until Mac brings the girls back tomorrow morning.
Jensen got the good deal, Jensen gets to take Charlie to Millennium Park to see the Bean and run around in the fountain, but Lizzie is afraid of the giant faces and starts crying whenever she sees them, so it's the American Girl Place instead. Not that Jared really blames her. Those faces are fucking freaky.
It's Schuba's so it's just standing room, but Jared brings him a drink, stands behind him with one arm around Jensen's waist, chin resting on Jensen's shoulder. It's good. It's perfect, almost, and the guy sings with his eyes closed. Jensen closes his eyes, too, lets Jared sway them back and forth a little to the rhythm of the guy's voice. Jensen's always liked singer/songwriters best.
"Chicago's been good to us," he says, "but I won't do the long distance thing. I'm such a sap, man, but I can't be so far away from my girls."
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Links: Table of Contents | Chicagoland, the Music
So it's yoga three mornings a week, weekends too if Jared is home, the daycare two mornings, and time with the girls for the rest. He tries to take them someplace once a week-a museum or down to the lake or Navy Pier if it's not too cold.
He loves this neighborhood, loves this city, and it feels good just to be out in it. He loves that even at nine in the morning there are people milling around-punk goth girls waiting for the tattoo place to open, businessmen sitting in the window booths at Clark's drinking coffee and reading the Trib, cute gay boys blocking up the sidewalk in front of the weird vintage Hollywood store, staring at the display window.
The buildings used to be mansions and they've carved them up into condos, all of them owned by a Rockefeller who went rogue in the 60s, smoked a lot of pot, had a wife and girlfriend and a boyfriend and who knows what else, probably a horse and llama too, and created this co-op just on the edge of Boystown.
It's date night and the girls are with Mackenzie, so they're supposed to go out even though Jensen thinks Jared would rather stay in. But Jensen knows what'll happen if they do that. He knows they'll fuck and take a nap and fuck again, shower, and fall asleep until Mac brings the girls back tomorrow morning.
Jensen got the good deal, Jensen gets to take Charlie to Millennium Park to see the Bean and run around in the fountain, but Lizzie is afraid of the giant faces and starts crying whenever she sees them, so it's the American Girl Place instead. Not that Jared really blames her. Those faces are fucking freaky.
It's Schuba's so it's just standing room, but Jared brings him a drink, stands behind him with one arm around Jensen's waist, chin resting on Jensen's shoulder. It's good. It's perfect, almost, and the guy sings with his eyes closed. Jensen closes his eyes, too, lets Jared sway them back and forth a little to the rhythm of the guy's voice. Jensen's always liked singer/songwriters best.
"Chicago's been good to us," he says, "but I won't do the long distance thing. I'm such a sap, man, but I can't be so far away from my girls."
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Links: Table of Contents | Chicagoland, the Music