Chicago Style Dog

There's something about flying into Chicago that always makes me think of that Liz Phair song...I was flying into Chicago at night...and it puts me in a REALLY good mood. I successfully navigated my way out of the airport, broke a wheel on my suitcase (which was half empty so I could stash all my shopping goodies on the way back), and made it to the train station, on the train, un harrassed, and into the streets of Boystown where Katie was waiting at the top of the stairs!



We had a pretty quiet night one (I remembered my wallet) and were well rested for shopping on Saturday. After 4 hours of shops and 15 ill fitting pairs of shoes later I found:

THE BOOTS.

Beautiful, handmade, Italian leather knee high, three styles in one, perfect timeless toe and heel, and they didn't fit. Not only did they not fit, they DON'T MAKE THEM IN YOUR SIZE says the super "helpful" sales assistant (assistant bitch is more like it). So I am completely devastated and whining - I hate whiners - and I convince Katie (it didn't take long) that we should get a martini and drown our (ok MY) sorrows.

We find a great little Italian cafe and ask about the specials. $6 cosmos - in Chicago? Ok so what if they're pink! We'll take 2. And an appetizer so we can keep our wits about us. They went down so easy that we had to get another. But we responsibly stopped there.

On to showers and hair and makeup and fabulous clothes...

And dinner. Cucumber martini - with Gin - YUM! Let's make that 2.

And then to pharmacy. No, not THE pharmacy - we were fine, very fine. Had an excellent meal and went to a great little bar with the electric green cross you see on all the pharmacies in France. Great memories. And two more martinis.

Chicago - I give you a sensational 10 for your excellent martinis and even better company - love you Katie!