Chicago Date

So I took myself on a date while I was in Chicago on a work related trip. It started as soon as I got to my hotel which was a Marriott Execustay, the equivalent of a high rise two bedroom apartment with beautiful hardwood floors, full kitchen and dining, the whole nine. I felt like royalty. I had a pocket full of per diem and an unquenchable thirst so I set out on the city. I found myself in a state of inebriation after about two hours at a small jazz club. I decided to call it it a night and start out the next morning.

The next day was a swirl of fog, rain, and patchy sunlight as I walked the streets looking for good coffee and architecture. Most of the morning was spent finding out what was around the next corner, trying to get myself lost just to find myself again. By lunch I wanted to feed my hangover with some good ol'fashioned Chicago food. I started out with a big Chicago dog. The thing was like a babies arm wrapped in a blanket and then dragged through a garden. mmmm. After that I went for the Chicago deep dish pizza. I ordered to go and headed out towards the Field Museum but only made it to this large park with a spectacular amphitheater that looked like a stainless steel bean I later found out that is the nickname 'The Bean'. I never found out the real name. It started to rain pretty heavily when I got there so I sat and enjoyed my pizza.
After eating I worked on my vocal arts in the theatre. The sound was immense and trance inducing. When the rain stopped I realized it was to late to go to the Field Museum so I went back to my palace, put on some evening clothes and went to find some live jazz and agave. I suceeded. Couldn't tell you the name of the place but it did have a pool table. I convinced a woman I saw sitting by herself to join me for pool and drinks.

Her name was Sharlene. A computer specialist for the United States Air Force. She could shoot a mean stick. We laughed about the fact that here is an artist and a soldier yukkin it up and enjoying each others company. She came up with a new t-shirt for me to make, a picture of George Bush but instead of it saying George Bush it would say George Cunt. I fuckin laughed my ass off and told her "I would get on it right away sir" and soluted. I thanked her for the wonderful company and made my way back to the palace alone. What a day.
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