Chicago Story - Part 1

My 27th birthday is fast approaching . . . Ada decided that we needed to go to Chicago for my birthday – she’s an intelligent woman, so I agreed with her. We left Champaign around 10am and set off – her as the navigator, me as the story teller. We felt like old grandmothers all the way up there, I’d be in the middle of one of my rambling stories – and stop mid sentence to say “Awe – look at that tree!. . .Look at the beautiful colors!. . .This looks like one of those 1000 piece puzzles that I curse because of all the stupid shades of color in the trees – but here in real life its beautiful.” (yeah – thats a direct quote from me – oh, and without even taking a breath, I finished my previous sentence.)

We arrived to Lakeshore Drive – and once again I stopped midsentance because the skyline of Chicago across Lake Michigan was amazing. There was a park right there, so we stopped, got out, and took pictures.



We navigated our way to meet up with our good friend, Oprah. (I wrote a research paper over her back in my sophomore year of high school, so I know tons about her past) Anyways, we stopped by her studio to say hi. . .she wasn’t in.



We then had to figure out some place to park my massive car so we could set out on foot. We found some dude named “Charile” who said he’d watch it for us (he was the parking lot attendant. . .but his name really was Charlie) – thankfully I’m an excellent “backer” cause the only space left was one that I had to back into. Regardless, we sat out on foot – walked down to the Navy Pier where we had lunch, and hopped a boat for a tour of the Chicago skyline.