This day is trying so hard to be perfect that it’s just becoming a little show-offy. Like the beautiful and sweet toothy Midwestern girl who knocked sinewy Miss New York down to first runner up in the pageant. Here are a few things I’m going to write in my gratitude journal for Wednesday:
The weather in Chicago tonight feels like something that the Chamber of Commerce ordered up to persuade people to move here. Seventy and blue skies with a soft breeze. While shopping on the Magnificent Mile, I bought myself a little green and white scarf to WARM UP.
This city tries hard to be beautiful (and succeeds). It’s the cradle of skyscraper architecture. Invented here, not in New York! I have rested my feet by plinking fountains, marveled at street planters overflowing with orchids and looked out over a lake so blue it’s hard to believe it’s not an ocean.
When I asked the doorman for directions to a pizza place, he winked at me and asked if I was buying. The waitress at Giordano’s complimented my use of “y’all.” Gaggles of tourists don’t mind looking like tourists. I’ve gotten friendly answers from every person I’ve asked for help. I like Chicago so much because it bustles with NICE PEOPLE. Even when your car gets blocked in, it’s by an ice cream truck.
Getting to spend time with Jessica, who lived across the hall from me for six weeks in the summer of 1985, when we were at Governor’s Honors. I haven’t seen her since high school. I was a little intimidated about seeing her—she graduated summa cum laude from Princeton and is the managing editor of a prestigious scholarly journal. And—even WORSE—she has the most beautiful hair. I had such a good time catching up with her that now I’m going to have to miss her when I go back home!
(That’s her up there dealing with the ice cream truck).
The food, good lord, the food. A stuffed crust pizza with the perfect balance of salt and butter in the flaky crust. An engineering marvel akin to the John Hancock Building. Two glasses of rose for lunch because red would have made me want a nap. Tapas at Emilio’s for dinner—dates wrapped in bacon, garbanzos whipped with olive oil and served with shaved radishes and grilled peppers. A cold bowl of gazpacho. Goat cheese rolled in candied pecans with a pear poached in wine on the side.
I get to spend four nights in a hotel bed. No one has played hide and seek in it. No cats have left hair on the pillowcase. The sheets were washed by someone else, very recently. I can sleep in the shape of an X and use all four pillows. I can turn the air conditioning down to 64 and snuggle under the duvet.
My room overlooks Navy Pier, so I’ve been watching the Ferris Wheel spin around and around. I think the Ferris Wheel was introduced here, during the Columbia Exposition in…1896? It was the American answer to the Eiffel Tower!
And while I was sitting here watching the Ferris Wheel, I heard an odd booming noise. Fireworks! On a Wednesday night!
I got over the delight of that and got back to writing when a huge golden moon appeared out of nowhere. It’s lighting up the rippling surface of the lake.
Like I said, Chicago is kinda showing off.
I love Chicago. Reading this has made me think I need a vacation.
Do it!!!
I hate to say it, but it isn’t showing off, that is just how it lives it’s life. 🙂 Glad you’re having fun.
I am so jealous, even knowing I could no longer do the things I once did. I doubt if Riverview is still there, but it was my first amusement park, where I rode the Shute the shute, spelling questionable, which was a wide bank of water constantly flowing downward. The merry-go-round from there was sent to the Atlanta Six Flags, so my granddaughter got to ride on the same one her grandma did. I don’t know if Marshall Fields is still there, but if it is …….. Just like my wanting to go shopping in Bloomingdales when I went to NYC, you need to go to the Loop and shop at Fields. I know you’ve traveled a lot, so this isn’t a big thing to you, but the best thing to me in a big city is being able to ‘hail’ a cab. Enjoying your trip vicariously. Have a great time.
Marshall Field’s got bought up a few years ago. They saved the Frango mints after a few months of great fear for us all.
One day I will get up the nerve to ride the el when I am in Chicago!
Aww, Ashley, you make me feel such the glam girl–too sweet! You’ll have to come back soon–my guest room is waiting! 🙂
Save me a spot!
Awww this sounds amazing. Makes me wanna plan a trip 🙂
Do it!
Sounds like a perfect day – you totally deserve it!
Ashley, it was so nice to meet you in person today! and as soon as I came back to the room to check out your website, I recognized those pink panties! I’ve read many of your posts — and commented on the original panties post that I love your Grandmama Irene! So fun to meet people whose writing you enjoy!
Same to you! I’m glad you like my panties. Wait…
Girl. May I quote Lewis Grizzard? “If I ever get back to Georgia I’m Gonna Nail My Feet to the Ground.”
That’s right. He was talking about Chicago. Do NOT drink the Kool Aide!
He must have endured the winter!
You sound so happy!!!! 😀 xo
I am!!!
Now you’re making me homesick!!! I lived in Chicago after grad school. It’s where I met my husband, bought my first house, and had two of my babies. I believe it’s the best city ever! And the people really are nice. And the FOOD! I am so glad you’re seeing it in its best light.
Sally – you are a woman after my own heart!
Don’t forget to try The Purple Pig on Michigan Ave…
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That’s just how ALL of Illinois’s coasts treat guests!! Sounds like you have had a great conference!!
Y’all must do a brisk business in incoming UHaul trucks!
Absolutely awesome. You deserved every minute of it. Either that…..or you were blessed. 😉 And one bone to pick, you GET to miss her. That’s a little trick a very smart woman taught me. <3