I’ve been putting off starting this whole blizzog (blizzard blog?) post, for I think, the OBVIOUS reason, that I can’t be funny about Ch-ch-ch-chicago. At least not in the same way that I can be funny about any other shit town in the ole U-S of A. I guess because this city still has a lot of sentimental value for me. It was the city I started being a real live HU-MAN.
So yes, my feelings are a little more earnest when it comes to this, the windiest of cities. On the other hand FUCK IT
Right?
I got off at O’Hare and thought, why is this aeropuerto so big? And why is ey’body so fat? And I thought oh yes a’course it’s the mid-motherfuckin-west baby!
So I took the trusty (?) blue line to Logan Sq where I am and will be currently staying for the duration.
I called my friend Yas, and was all like, “hey gurl how you livin’ where ya apty at?” or something along those lines. She gave me her directions and thinking I was “all that and a bag of chips” I though oh hell yeah I know this city. In reality I’ve never spent that much time in Logan Sq and even when I did live here I constantly google mapped everywhere and was lost pretty much 70-80 percent of the time. So I walked the opposite direction for a good 3 blocks and turned myself around and I made it! I made it the place I was staying.
No police had to be called, no dogs let loose, no search parties sent out endlessly searching for the body that will never be found because the meat has been scavenged, the bones picked clean and long since buried. No! None of that happened.
But I made it. I set my shit down and said look world! Look Chicago! Here I am.
I situated myself and soon was out the door with Yas enjoying the fresh Midwestern air, the ample streets, the trees along the side walk; the trees! So many trees! And not all designated to parks!
We got Thai and then we ate brownies that had a little somethin’ extra…nuts! Walnuts! We had brownies with some of her friendies from school and grrrrrrrrrrl dem brown were güd.
I then met up with my ole roomie Jax and had a heartfelt hug and talked about life over a beer…then…we watched South Park with her boyfriend and boyfriends brother. Slow down! So crazay!
After the pleasantries, reminiscing and a good night sleep Jax, BBS, his bro and I got our BURGER ON. We went to Kumas Corner, Kumas Korner? whatever. It’s this kinda famous burger place in here in Chicago and I had the most delicious burga evah. NOM NOMNOM. It had a fried egg, bacon and cheddar. UUUUUUuuuuuuuugh things that make you mmm things that make you go mmm-mm-mmm.
Needless to say, we had lunch at noon and I was full until about the next day.
That didn’t stop me from going to eat some good Indian food on Devon. It was *kissy hand motion that the French make when they talk about food, delectable. Dinner was with a couple of friends that I hadn’t seen since they last visited New York. It was great to see them and be able to have a conversation with them even though for all purposes we hadn’t seen each other in a little over a year. And even then we never really talked talked.
But it was way the hell on the NorthSide took my like 4evaz to get there and back.
The next morning I took another trip to the Northside.
BUT FIRST
I walked to Wicker Park and went to a bookstore that was pretty great. Old and musty (just like I likes’em). Then headed up.
Yas and I got Vietnamese sammichez. For crazy cheap; three fitty for sammie!
Then we walked around boiztowne. Passed the bathouse and thought hey you! Wink wink wink…I’ve never went in it though…what? Me? Psshaw. Never…
Actually never.
Then we went to the Whole Foods where I eat a slice of pizza. Only 1 ½ hours after I had a sammich. Food and weight don’t matter on vacation just like money and alcohol. It’s a thing. You know the vacation warp. We trucked up back to the apt. Had a few beerz and made some cookies up in the bitch!
Chocolate chip and chocolate chip and cranberry. AAAAAwwww yeah.
Another productive day this time with culture on all fronts.
Full frontal
On this explicitly adult day I went with M. Scott and a painter friend of his to The Art Institute of Chicago Museum.
We went to the only worth while part of the museo according to my artbro friend, the modern wing.
The one piece that really got to me was the Felix Gonzalez-Torres candy piece.
The premise of the piece is that, there is a space that is designated with different candies; the weight of the candies equal to the weight of his lover that passed away due to AIDS (heavy I know). As the day passes observers are welcome to take the candies ultimately changing the weight, which is replenished each day.
It’s a bittersweet piece. The observer eating the candy is essentially consuming the artists lover and the lover is revitalized each day. On the flip-side each day the lover wastes away diminishing in weight as he did when the artist lost him. It’s sad and beautiful and inspiring.
It isn’t dreary or tragic but essentially, Gonzalez-Torres is paying homage to his lover’s passing and giving him continual life.
Ooooh this just turned into art motherfuckin’ hstry ya’llz
It was good.
Saw some other art fart that was good but that was the highlight for me.
On the other cultural side, I watched Indian Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark. Surprise! I’ve never seen this movie.
Harrison Ford is hot.
That is all.
Beach day fun day.
Went to the gay beach, wore my slightly more modest bathing suit (it is the Midwest HELL-O), dipped into Lake Michigan and lay in the sun, as I am want to do.
And then for the main event. I had dinner with Theo and we went to THE HOPLEAF or heaven in my mouth. Nonsexy heaven. I had the CB&J sammich.
CASHEW BUTTER
FIG JAM
STETSON CHEESE
GRILLED
You heard me. (I, I just died in your arms tonight)
Obvioulsy delicious Belgian Beerz and then some wine to tap it all off.
Oh we saw a babay possum at the wine place after I had my sanish.
My God that was a good sandwich. It lived up to memory, which very few things can. The gooey cheese and the perfect ratio of jam to cashew butter…SO GOOD
UUUUUGHHH
Oops sorry bout that, let my just, wipe…this…up and we can continue.
Then I came home and watched Friday with Jax and we decided that Ice Cube was a hottie and we would smoke with him any day. WINK
Oh and I’ve been making a shit ton of blingeez.
I got my tourist on, on Thursday.
But first I had a delicious non-touristy brunch with Jax and Yas, at Lula Café. NOM NOM French toast and a bloody mary, no better way to start the day. amirite?
THEN I got my tourist on. I went to Millennium Park, took a picture of water fountain block things or whatever, the bean and the Frank Gehry auditorium. ALL ALONE
Frown
Pssh whatever who needs friends to share experiences and memories and special moments.
I sure…don’t.
This trip so far has been about reliving , revisting, re-eating, re-drinking (sure why not that makes sense, right? Sure!) my experience while I lived here a year or so ago in Chicago.
Today was about, I guess, new things…? I don’t know something about doing things that I’ve never done before in Chicago.
Like getting drunk and dancing, oh OOPS done that.
And my time here ends in a bangy whisper or something.
SUCK IT NERDS I’M GOING TO NEW YORK CITY.
Build your own Blingee
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