Chicago - Day 2

We awoke on Day 2 to overcast skies. D watched the weather and said "It's going to snow." "When?" "I don't know. Tonight. Later."

I decided not to believe him, so wore snow-appropriate shoes (be proud, readers) and tights and over-the-knee nearly thigh-high socks and three layers of shirt.

It so snowed the second we left the hotel.

Reason #3 That Chicago Is Best: The architecture. ZOWIE. Everything there is so new, sparkly, well-spaced, well-crafted. Delicious.

Here are my favorite buildings again:



And again:



We headed to Wicker Park, the hipster-central of Chicago, where we wanted to eat at this cool place that seemed very vegetarian-friendly, funky, trendy, etc. I also wanted to go to this place called Eye Want to buy hopefully cheap frames. There was an hour and a half wait at the diner. Eye Want was closed. Hmph.

We ended up eating at this REALLY cool and REALLY cheap place down the street from our original destination. I had huevos rancheros with chips! Yeah! Then D and I split a breakfast rice pudding thing with cinammon and every imagineable fruit.

We split up because D wanted to go to a record store. I wandered through the snow and drooled over Fluevogs I will never have.



We then took the train to the Intuit Museum.



It was, of course, closed.

We hopped a bus to the Museum of Contemporary Art.

This was in the lobby:



(Maurizio Cattelan)

Amazing.



The whole museum was wonderful. Perfect size. Perfect way to enjoy a snow day.



Here is a photo of footprints in the snow, taken from the museum. So cute.



We checked out a little Chicago-themed photo exhibit in this cute building (waterworks?) after the museum, then headed back in the direction of the hotel. We stopped by this candy shop, which was the shop that supplied the candy for The Oscars:



We then stopped by Walgreen's and then a little market to buy wine and cheese and snacks for the Oscar marathon viewing.

Back at the hotel, we ordered food and then couldn't open the stupid wine with the stupid $1.59 corkscrew we bought at the market because the cork was one of those lame plastic corks. Ergh. D ended up having to bring the bottle down to the lobby to ask for help. The horror.

We drank the wine and ate too much and passed out right after The Oscars.