I’ve never been to Chicago before. I like it. A lot. But considering that of the four nights I spent here, one was a wedding and one was New Year’s Eve, I may be a bit biased.
Day 1: I discover that three-puck air hockey KICKS ASS!
Day 2: Carried a 70-pound chocolate wedding cake, laughed at cold bridemaids, and celebrated!
Bonus surprise on the drive home: a winter wonderland!
Day 3: We explore Chicago’s Magnificent mile and get caught in a huge snowstorm. Just like every other day.
Says Andrew: “Brand new tractors + trains = my five-year old cousin’s dreams come true.”
I have no idea what these statues mean.
Millennium park. Happy holidays, we’re a Gap ad!
The Chicago bean is pretty damn cool.
Chicago hot dogs are dragged through the garden.
Dinner at Gino’s East: Bad photos, good pizza. Having finally tasted Chicago-style pizza in Chicago, I finally understand its allure.
Day 4: New Years eve began at Navy Pier, where we ate junk food, went sledding down tiny hills on McDonald’s food trays (just me, really), had a kick-ass snowball fight, and I made a new friend.
As for the evening festivities, there are no New Year’s Eve events in Chicago that cost less than $150 (unless you crash them after midnight, more on that later). We’d rather put our money into a fab feast. And so, at China Grill, much food was eaten and much drink was drunk.
We celebrated the new year in the China Grill bar, where I kissed many girls.
And we finished off the evening by crashing an Indian dance party which was still going strong when we finally left after 2am.
