Chicago Supplement, April 29 - 30th

So yes, I went to Chicago for my birthday. Collin drove over from Bowling Green and beat me there by thirty minutes or so. Once I finally made it home I took him over to Johnnie's for an Italian Beef and Sausage Combo. This is a sandwich you do not mess with and it smells so good.





The next morning we picked Jared up from a friend's house. He was in the city for an artshow. This is how birthday weekend super-adventures come together, so happenstantially that they begin to seem perfectly orchestrated, like an Oceans 11 movie.



We headed downtown and had breakfast burgers (meaning burgers way too early, not burgers with eggs on them) from M Burger.



And hiked over to Navy Pier, Chicago tourist central, to fulfill a birthday dream . . .



Watching the Hubble 3D IMAX movie! It's like watching the biggest, most incredible screen saver you'd ever seen.



Followed with some Navy Pier pokings around. Some pokes are tentative . . .



Some are daring!





This sign . . . this sign is weird. Inside I opted to not go overboard.





This Guy, this Guy was screaming, no, hollering the whole ride. A video was made to capture the sound of his shrieks, but wind dominated the recording.



Yes, but how far to Bowling Green? And in which direction do I head?



We leave the pier and head back into the city part of the city.



This is me celebrating my birthday phonecall from Don. He called me a stud!



Necessary curiosities to share.





Necessary snakes to introduce. Chicago certainly isn't afraid of the over the top chain restaurant.



Put our feet up for a minute at Rock n Roll McDonalds.



Rock n Roll McDonalds is very not rock n roll anymore. It's stupid Euro-designy McDonalds now. I don't want your gellato, Design McDonalds. I was looking for McPizza, which they used to have here. Seriously.



Then we went down to Jared's art show. His new direction . . . I was taken aback at first.





Just kidding! I'm down, I'm down.









Now, deep inside, hidden away . . .



You'll find a green Bible. I gave the secret away! Secrets out now! Out and all over the internet!



Let's see what else they had there.











Now . . . performance art. How does this work, if I want to buy the piece? Do I take everyone home? Even the volunteers from the audience?



























Now this here, this photo with the drawing? This is art. You owe me $100 for just having looked at it, $200 if you drag it to your desktop.



Having our fill of art, we rushed over to super-popular Torta shop Xoco to meet up with Mom and Dad for a very late lunch (or extra-early dinner?) because basically that's the only way you're getting a seat in under an hour and a half there.



From now on I only eat sandwiches if they're served in a half-filled bowl of broth. I'm not eating like an animal anymore.



Passed the building where the Boy Scouts of America were organized 100 years ago. That's one thing that I did approve of in Iron Man 2, that he donated his modern art collection to the BSA.



And then we turn an unassuming corner and . . . SURPRISE! Happy Birthday Brigham! A new car? For me? Oh, you shouldn't have. You shouldn't have.



I'll be back soon with the final two days of this Chicago trip and my first ever photos of Maximilian Mulcock.