Chica-a-go-go

Other than the treacherous, death-defying freeways and the smell of poop on a particular stretch of the 55, Chicago is a lovely entertaining city. We saw a motorcyclist stand up on his seat while driving 50 miles an hour. Babydaddy sneaked a peek up the skirt of a giant statue of Marilyn Monroe. I dorked out at Oz Park, which featured statues of the so-called heroes from the Wizard of Oz -complete with Dorothy's ruby slippers!

The food was a second trimester dream-come-true. We ate delicious deep dish pizza from Giordano's -which gave me wicked heartburn thanks to our topping choice of "fresh garlic". I had the world's best coleslaw at Smoke Daddy's -although I took one bite of my pulled chicken sandwich and found myself full. We had hotdogs and cheese fries at The Wiener's Circle, the thought of which still makes me queasy. And Babydaddy's friend took us for sushi at his "first date" hotspot, Kin. Sure, the roof had caved in only months earlier, but it was BYOB, which suited the fellas perfectly. This lead to the one and only time I drove on the Chicago freeways; I'm still alive to blog this, so my time behind the wheel was a success!



Visiting every museum possible was my number one priority on this babymoon -besides petting goats in every state- so we made use of the City Pass and spent time wandering around the Shedd Aquarium, the Field Museum, the Adler Planetarium and the Museum of Science and Industry. We also visited the tallest building or structure or something in the world or North America or something; Willis Tower. Formerly named for Sears, this building is 103 stories of sheer elegance. Or something. 


Once we got to the top of the tower, after a nauseatingly long elevator ride, we snapped photos of Chicago from every angle. I started feeling a little off...nauseated, unbalanced...after we made our way around the entire tower and braved THE LEDGE. What's THE LEDGE, you ask? It's like a little solarium attached to the tower, 103 stories above street level, with a floor of GLASS. I backed out on THE LEDGE, imagining all the while the "BEEP BEEP BEEP" of a large truck in reverse. I gripped Babydaddy's arm and faked a big smile for the staff person who took a photo before I retreated to the safety of opaque ground. 


Exiting the building, we purchased the photos, partly to scare my mom -who predictably exclaimed "my grandbaby!" when she saw the risk we took with our unborn's life- and partly because we realized it was our anniversary and the date was printed on the photo. Nothing says "I love you" like standing on glass a mile above the ground.