This year’s Great Chicago Places and Spaces event had an incredible surprise in store for Pastry Chef Chris and me. When we joined the tour of Mag Mile’s historic Intercontinental Hotel, we never expected to be the first public group in years to get to see the onion-dome observatory. Here are the pictures to prove it!
My boyfriend, Chris, thinks I’ll go anywhere to eat a good meal, or even a bad one. Dating a chef, I usually don’t have far to trek. A couple of weekends ago, however, was a different story. I knew it was supposed to be a day of travel, but neither I nor my stomach knew what we were in for.
‘It all started way back in April of 2003. I had moved to Chicago to get over NYC’s post-9/11 angst.’ And now, I’m going back home.
Devyn and I are back from our coastal sojourns and it’s official: he wants to move to New York (eventually), and I want to move to San Francisco (yesterday if possible, please). The unbridled density and punishing beauty of SFO are mind boggling. Devyn reminds me San Francisco has earthquakes. Well, NYC has terrorist attacks. And unlike terrorists, the earthquakes aren’t actually trying to kill you
Gone off to San Francisco for the weekend, while Devyn goes off to spend some quality time with his best friend in New York. Our separate trips peg well our common proclivities. We both live in Chicago, the third-most densely settled city in America. Where do we go to get away from it all? The most and second-most densely settled cities in America.
He won’t admit it, but it had to happen sooner or later. My great modernist boyfriend, cool to a fault and no friend to commercialism, is getting into our upcoming trip to Disneyland. (No, Disneyland.)
Today, Yours Truly leaves with Devyn for three days in Sacramento, CA. He’s going to visit his parents. I’m going to meet them for the first time. Wish me luck.