Hey, I’m in Chicago.
Last night I went to a show (cuz I’m a theater nerd like that) and then went to see some really, really bad stand-up comedy (because I like to die a slow, painful, humorless death). I then traversed back to my friend’s apartment where we promptly went on the roof with a guitarist and a fiddler.
The best part about mingling with entertainers is that there is always an odd variety of talents hanging out in your social circle. One never knows when a professional-grade picture will show up on Facebook thanks to my photographer friend. Or perhaps a random, improvised dance will bust out in public by a couple of my Dance degree friends.
Last night, it was a random blue grass concert.
So standing up on the roof with a beautiful Chicago skyline before me and a little twangy music behind me, I thought – I could really get used to this place. Chicago, that is. Then again, I’m sure that if I hung around for any extended period of time, I would find that blue grass bands and rooftops are only a sometimes snack. So they can’t really be the reason I come here to stay.
Today I will go out and eat delicious food and celebrate having survived the terrifying experience of human flight. I will walk amongst the Chicagoans and see if they can smell the Central PA lingering on me (it’s something like Amish mixed with cow manure). And I will – mark my words – eat an absolutely divine piece of Chicago pizza. I will not sleep until it is done.
I’m tending to important things here. Pizza is certainly worth moving for. ♣
Oh man… I can’t believe I totally forgot about deep dish pizza. *drooooool*
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It’d better be everything it’s been talked up to be. I’m a harsh pizza critic.
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Have fun in Chicago – it’s a great city! But I’m not wild about the pizza (sorry! Sorry!). Try a hotdog.
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The pizza will change your life. Just sayin’.
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it didn’t 😦
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I hear the pizza stinks, don’t goooooooooooooo!! We have Main Street in Brockport??!!!
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