June
2008:
I'm
ba-a-a-a-a-ack. I was almost getting bored
with myself and then whoa! May 6th: I was
30 days away from my 30th birthday and Greg
started giving me gifts. Thirty gifts for
thirty years. Yep, that's right. I'm all
grown-up, thirty and flirty, I'm the new
20s. Well, perhaps not. I'm not really grown-up
and I've never really been flirty. I still
don't talk to strangers and I stopped acting
20 somewhere in my late teens.
But I digress...let's get back to 30 days & 30 gifts.
30
Days & 30 Gifts:
My
biggest gift from Greg was a 3-day trip
to Chicago. Holy crap was that fun! I'll
tell you more in a bit (not that you can't
see the best parts in the photos), but first
I want to run down my 30 gifts: 1) lottery
tickets, 2) cleaning my room, 3) candles,
4) Jimmy John's gift certificates, 5) InTouch
magazine subscription, 6) dinner out, 7)
gift certificate to Dots (clothing store),
8) Rilo Kiley concert tickets at First Avenue,
9) movie gift certificate, 10) Chelsea Handler's
first book, 11) earrings, 12) Chelsea Handler's
second book, 13) Saints baseball tickets...
30
Days & 30 Gifts (cont.):
...14)
Twins hat with my name embroidered on it,
15) dress shoes, 16) a Guinness sign, 17)
detailed/washed my car, 18) picture frame,
19) more lottery tickets, 20) hotel stay
in Chicago, 21) Bedlam theater tickets,
22) breakfast at M. Street Cafe in the St.
Paul Hotel, 23) planned trip to Chicago,
24) tickets to a comedy club with Gina &
Jason, 25) mystery gift certificate, 26)
home-cooked 5-course meal, 27) surprise
lunch at work (spicy beef lo mein), 28)
White Sox tickets in Chicago, 29) framed
pictures of my family and 30) our marriage
license!
Chicago:
After
totally being blown away by ALL of Greg's
gifts, he throws me in a car for 6 hours
and takes me away to Chicago. Now for those
who haven't been to a city, this is a city's
city. They have the Chicago Bulls, Chicago
Bears, Chicago Blackhawks, and of course
2, not 1, but 2 baseball teams.
The Windy City is a city divided by their baseball. You're either a Cubs fan or you're a White Sox fan. We were, however, Minnesota Twins fans.
Chicago:
We
showed up on Friday and hit Wrigley Field
first. After some touristy photos, we went
down the street to Goose Island Brewery
and sampled some tasty beers. Let's just
say I was more impressed with the beer than
the brewery. You could tell the place was
more for Cubs fans than beer fans, and I
felt the beer deserved more respect. We
paid our tab and decided to visit a place
that was all about
the beer, an Irish pub. Satisfied, we sat
back and watched the first of 3 dismal Twins
vs. White Sox games.
Chicago:
Saturday
was Greg's Mission Impossible: pack all
of Chicago in 1 day.
First item of the day was deep dish pizza. We visited the original Pizzeria Uno in downtown, and I was not let down. That pizza was crazy delicious.
Moving along...drink a beer, catch a water taxi, boat up & down downtown Chicago, go by Rush Street, check out the Magnificent Mile, see Harry Caray's and even manage to fit in Navy Pier.
Chicago:
By
the time we arrive at Navy Pier, I'm pooped.
But we have another beer, watch the Belmont
Stakes, peek at Lake Michigan and also snap
some photos at Millenium Park (big silver
bean).
It's only about 6:30 p.m. at this point and we catch the L-Train to U.S. Cellular Field to finally watch our Twins game vs. the White Sox. All in all, I'm glad we visited the park, but the game was a bust. They killed us. The fans were kind enough, and the rain delays weren't so bad either.
Sunday
Morning Coming Down:
I
was tired by Sunday, and we jumped in the
car and headed to Greg's alma mater: University
of Wisconsin - Madison.
We strolled State Street, saw the famous terrace at the student union, and even walked up Bascom Hill. Nice campus, but I was done. The rain started to come down and it didn't go away for the entire ride back to the Twin Cities.
The end. That's enough for this girl. Let's go home. We had fun.
More
Saints Baseball:
I'll
end this update with some happy photos from
Memorial Day weekend at the Saints baseball
game. I know there seems to be tons of baseball
in my life, but it's summer.
The transitive property of equality says that if a = b, and b = c, then a = c.
Summer = Hot Dogs & Beer, and Hot Dogs & Beer = Baseball, then Summer = Baseball!
