I fall in love with Chicago over and over again; if I could marry Chicago, I would, and perhaps I will look into it. Here’s why (step-by-step last Friday);
Wrigley Park by noon for the Cubs/Sox (White) game: like Fenway (home of my beloved Red Sox), Wrigley was like a hive; swarms of people sporting Cubs and Sox garb (some had both at the same time, wimp). Thousands of Chicagoans split from work to catch the 1:20 PM game last Friday; you gotta love that. We scalp a ticket for a friend who decided last minute to come to the game. We learn that our scalper is negotiating the deal and we walk up and spoil the transaction. Come to find out the scalper did not have a ticket for us yet, but had a sale price. We decided to cut out the middle man and saved our buddy $40…not bad.
In the Park: everyone tells me that you have to sit in the bleachers to get the full on experience of a Cubs game; they were right. The attitude brought me back to Boston, as the spirit mirrored my that of my Red Sox fans; songs, cheers, jokes, noise, just plain ole’ enjoyment…nice.
Cubs beat Sox: there is nothing like being at a game and the home team wins. Although it is great to go to a professional game; it is always a better experience if the home team wins, unless of course the visitor is your favorite team.
Post game shenanigans: immediately after the game people poor out of the stadium on to the streets looking for their favorite post game pub. This particular Friday started very early.
The afternoon random make-out session: there is nothing better than a random make-out session with a stranger. My friend Andrew had his friend from Florida in town for the weekend, and of course we needed to be ambassadors to Chicago; our mission, get him a random make-out session. Within a half hour, our Floridian friend was playing tonsil hockey with some young college student in the middle the Cubby Bear…ha! I bet he was really digging Chicago right about them.
Time to clean up and eat dinner: We have dinner reservations downtown at Wildfire for 7:30 PM. By the way, if you want the best steak in Chicago (besides Calvetti steaks) you have to hit Wildfire; I have never been disappointed, as their succulent steaks just melt in your mouth.
Food in the gut: time to go out: my previously mentioned friend Andy lives in the suburbs, but every now and then rents a hotel room in the city and goes out big. I had to show them all a good time; hit Kerryman. We were out a little early for the young and fun Kerryman crowd, but despite the low numbers we still had a blast…then the phone rang.
Chitown Sally chimes in: if you get a call from Sally you are guaranteed two things; a late night, and an absolute blast. Sally had her brother and his fiancé in town and was ready to hit Soundbar (dance club). We were up for the challenge.
Who knows what time it is: usually I am pretty good at negotiating the lines at clubs in Chicago, but at the same time, if my game is off, I am no patience for lines to pay $20 just to get in. I decide against Soundbar for the moment, and take the group to Hop and Haus across the street to re-think the next move.
Sally rings again: Sally’s on the phone, I tell her about the line, and our choice to hit the bar across the street; she says she will meet us there and then try Soundbar again.
Back at Soundbar: my suburb crew decided not to join at Soundbar, so I changed throngs, and was now with the Chitown Sally Tribe. After more failed negotiations, we paid the $20 to get in…it was well worth it.
Need some juice: in order to make it through the night I needed a place like Soundbar. The music was pumping, my crew was energized, this was going to be a blast.
Hernan Cattaneo: DJ extraordinaire, this guy was playing the audience like a fiddle, one of the best DJs I have experienced live. Everyone in the place was grooving; in a trance. I wanted to be nowhere else.
4 AM: I can’t believe that my day started at noon, and now it was 4 AM. I view my surroundings and laugh as I come to the realization that Chicago is the best city on earth; home to opportunities for anyone and everyone. Before I leave I have to plant one seed. If you want to by pass lines at clubs and the cover charge, you have to get in with the bartenders. Tip big, show respect, and talk to them; then at the end of the night, thank them and they will surely enough offer you their card, and hook you up so that you never have to wait in line or pay a cover again.
Conclusion
When you’re in Chicago, make it happen. Plan as much as possible, but be flexible; let Chicago guide you and you will be sure to have a stellar experience.
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