I become even more appreciative when I get to show a new guy around town. While I don't love the touristy things like Navy Pier, I do love to walk around the Loop (where I work) during the work week because it feels so real, so alive, so moving. I know that is super cheesy, but I don't care. I love being in the middle of it, even if I have to go to the office.
Today, I was downtown, and took some time out of the office to brag on my city via a tour of the Loop, which included a walk along the river, the Sears Tower and lunch at Lou Mitchell's. The lucky visitor? Why, it's the Big Cheese, who is still in town on work. Speaking of, shouldn't he have been working today as well?
Join us!
The Cheese standing on the State Street bridge between upper and lower downtown. The coolest thing is that Chicago River cuts directly across downtown, from west to east into Lake Michigan. During the summer, the bridges (about six all together) actually go up and down to let the sailboats through. Traffic stops completely, but no one really complains because it is really neat to see the monster bridges up in the air in the middle of a bustling city. We paused walking west along the river so Cheese could take a peek over the edge. Apparently, there are no major bodies of water in the central Midwest, so flowing water was an unusual sight for him to behold.
We went to the top of the Sears Tower (after watching a brief video of how it was built). The day wasn't super clear, but nice enough that you could see in all different directions. On the clearest day, you can see Wisconsin, Indiana, and Michigan, which is cool. But not today. It was a little hazy.
The guide and her visitor.
I needed to take a break and rest against a wall. Being the guide can be tiresome!
The guide and her visitor.I needed to take a break and rest against a wall. Being the guide can be tiresome!The Cheese on his first El ride. Notice he is holding onto the railing. We had to take him for tetanus shots afterwards. He also got rubbed on by some man earlier on, but don't ask him about it. The trauma makes him cry. I simply refer to it as "The Initiation."
3 comments:
You forgot to mention the time while riding the train, that I nearly beat up a homeless woman for coughing hotdog chunks onto my shoes...She is lucky I like hotdogs.
Yea, I know, I am kind of a Super Hero.
Someone should really tell you sooner rather than later, (read: after the first baby arrives) that is not the first time Cheese has been rubbed on by a man. If he is pissed and doesn't want to talk about it, it is only because the El "rub" didn't end with semen either dribbling down his chin or out of the crack of his ass. My, oh, my, the stories you will hear. Just you wait.
I apologize for the last comment. I guess I should have tried to start off with a good impression, but why give you false hope? The fact is, and it pains me to write this, but the Cheese and I have been a good looking couple for a long time now, and I'm quite frankly jealous.
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