So the Bunk adventurers (Me, Nina, Maddy, Chris, Lori, and Isaac) set out for a weekend excursion to what, next to Carlsbad, CA and Sterling Heights, MI, has to be the coolest town in America. That’s right. Chicago. This time around we took a gamble and went on the train and after 5 hours of screaming and crying, mostly from the parents, we arrived safe and tired in the Big Orange (this is my new nickname for Chicago, since the Big Apple is taken and I prefer oranges to apples and Chicago to New York. Follow me?) We checked into a newly remodeled and straight out the future Chicago Centre Hotel that Lori found for us. Note the European spelling of Centre. Tre chique. And then proceeded to destroy a plate of Asian Nachos at Grand Lux, freeze our patooties off at Navy Pier, and get the kids to bed in time for me to force my brother to do some p90x ab ribber X with me. Eventful first day and some great pictures to match. Oh by the way. The answer is yes. That is Hillary’s face on a punching bag. It was an art gallery that had all kinds of politicians on punching bags. You can see Dick Cheney and Condi Rice in the background. Which politician would you punch? Hmmm. And yes it was 45 degrees. Yes. The weather man did say it was going to be 70. That guy better watch out for me on the street. Because I only packed short sleeve shirts and someone has to pay.
Sidenote: All the photos at lunch that may be slightly crooked or out of focus, or give the impression that we are a little too excited we’re taken by Isaac. I think he did a great job.
Sidenote: All the photos at lunch that may be slightly crooked or out of focus, or give the impression that we are a little too excited we’re taken by Isaac. I think he did a great job.
