this past week in chicago i saw:
awkwardly-dancing male strippers and drunk girls from omaha at cocktail, hotdawgs with gleaming red eyes, a drag queen floor show hosted by the meanest drag queen i've ever met at charlie's, assloads of impressionist paintings, the loop from the window of a brown line "el" train, statues o'plenty, tons of shops full of tons of things i can't afford, phenomenal historical buildings, snow flurries, face-photo fountains, gehry-designed architecture, the musical
a superdawg with fries and a shake @ superdawg; a candy-bar themed pancake flight & frushi @ orange; dark chocolate mint frangos from marshall field's; tea lattes @ argo; roasted beet salad, a peach martini, poached salmon with israeli couscous, & a profiterole @ landmark; cinnamon rolls and an omlette @ ann sather; pizza @ pizzeria uno; asian fused mania @ ecce; scrumptuous red hen bread, rotolo di pesce, and loads of vino @ cala; enough greek food to sink odysseus' ship @ greek islands; crab bisque, asiago crusted chicken breast, sour cream and chive mashed potatoes, and mint frango ice cream pie @ marshall field's the walnut room; coffee @ intelligentsia; vegetarian croissant breakfast sandwich @ the bongo room; too much food at one breakfast served by angry people @ clarke's; an omlet at stella's; garrett's popcorn, pub chips, beer, and a turkey reuben @ the goose island brewery; chocolates from vosges; and more than my fill of snacks and assorted goodies from all over the place, but mostly 7-11 because it was close.
i missed (in no particular order or increment):
my coffeemaker, my flip-flops, my housemates, my own bed, my laptop, the bookmarks tab on my firefox browser, writing for LAist, the boy, my friends, the scene down at my local caffeinated watering hole, my own itunes, my growing plant collection, getting up on the earlier side, my netflix, my car, and my routine.
a really great time.
all photos are here.