Day 2: By the second (and last) day, this suburbanite could hail a cab like a pro. We spent most of the day at The Art Institute of Chicago. It was inspiring, enormous, impressive, all wrapped in a distinct aura of history.
When I studied this masterpiece in college, Friends was huge, and I thought the farmer's wife resembled Jennifer Aniston's frumpy aunt. Imagine what you could learn if I was your art history professor. It would be awesome.
(I don't know why Mr. FC chose to be in this photo. Weirdo.)
Hello Messieurs Renoir, Seurat, & Monet!
::shrugging:: This reminded me of the Hairy Bastard. (The dog, obviously, not the
I geeked out on the chair gallery that was being worked on; might have pissed the curator off but damnit, I couldn't help myself. They were just brilliant in their original woodwork & repro upholstery.
Then a peaceful walk in the misty rain through Millennium & Grant Park to Buckingham Fountain.
We debated seeing the city skyline from the Sears Tower (now named the Willis Tower--that's just weird) but instead opted for the John Hancock building since it was literally 20 steps from our hotel. So we rode the elevator up to the 96th floor lounge with a panaramic view of Chicago. That bionic elevator took us from 1st to 96th in about 5 seconds, no joke. My ears even popped.
We dined on the 95th floor (The Signature Room). Our dinner probably cost more than our plane tickets, but it was worth every penny. The surf 'n' turf was delectable; the filet mignon melted in our mouths and the lobster tail? Scrumptious & succulent. Also, the view was insane.
We squeezed in a quick visit to the Field Museum before heading to the airport (we're science nerds). Honestly? We probably could have skipped it. Perhaps it was the massive crowds who were there on school field trips (cheeky little boogers) which made navigating the museum horrendous or standing in line for 25 minutes just to get in? Or that Mr. FC's a science snob and expected more? Seeing Sue was definitely worth it though!
Up bright and early for our departure. Oy, look at those scrunchy, puffy, tired eyes.
A Potbelly's for my belly, before the flight . Delicious gluttony wrapped in a sandwhich.
Due to our time crunch and hotel locale, we tried our best to savor the heart of the city. Next time, I'd love to roam the more "Bohemian" side of Chicago.......the little boutiques, quaint eateries, and historic buildings/homes off the beaten path.
Sidenote: Though Michigan Avenue is a shopper's paradise, I'm not much of a clothes shopper (I usually only shop if I have something specific in mind), so I didn't bother. On the flip side, I did not dare set my grubby foot inside the higher-end stores (Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Escada, Prada, oh my). That scene from Pretty Woman, where she's scorned by the snobby sales ladies, was stuck on repeat in my head. It would have helped if I wasn't wearing my hooker dress and tall, shiny boots, but we were too far away from the hotel for me to change. (Just checking to see if you're still reading.)
Thank you, Chicago!!