Tourist Alert

Strange title, right? No idea what this post is gonna be about. Maybe we have long lost relatives visiting from the Dalmation Coast off of Croatia. Maybe Dad found himself on a bus full of people from Hong Kong setting a record for number of pictures taken in one 5-minute span. Nope, none of the above.

We actually became tourists in our own town, and it turned into quite the Sunday afternoon.

We went over to Buckingham but we parked a few blocks away so on the walk over we decided to stop at The Bean in Millennium Park.

Pax got a glance...

We took a family pic, and then one a little closer...

I high-fived myself a couple times...

Dad and I rocked a sidewalk shot and then I took the old selfie.

As we passed by the Art Museum we made a couple wishes in the wishing well. I could tell you what I wished for, but it's classified, so then I'd have to kill you, which would not be cool.

And then after a couple block we came upon Old Glory, Buckingham Fountain holds a special place in our hearts as we used to bike ride up to it almost every night during the nice weather when we lived in the South Loop, pre-Pax. We'd stop for ice cream, run around it, whatever, didn't matter, it was just a destination and it's one of the most special places we hold close in this great city.

After that it was party time back in the Millennium Park Face Fountains. Water was cold but nobody cared.

And that was that. A few hours post-Pax-nap, pre-dinner, where we took in the sights and sounds of the Lakefront. And whether you live in this blessed town or not, it's worth a visit.

Portraits of a Cheetah

The Art Museum called and they want to put this collection in their new wing, I told them no. Artists are more infamous when they are unknown, whatever that means.

And now I give you... "Portraits of a Cheetah."

By the way, didn't want to wash this face paint off that Miss Stace put on me so I kept it on for three days... now I have an interesting rash on my grill.

Tennis the Menace

A couple Fridays ago we had what Mom calls a "God I Love Chicago" night. We took the bus up to the Art Museum to see the new Modern Wing. Then we walked on the new overpass into Millenium Park where a few thousand people were relaxing and listening to the Chicago Symphony. We stopped for a while to take it all in.
Then we walked back through Grant Park where I stopped at a tennis court because I thought it was Wimbledon and I was quite certain the guy playing was Andy Roddick.
I was determined to sneak into the All England Club though I was quite certain being Croatian, Italian, Irish and German might pose a problem, particularly the Irish part.
Maybe... if I can just...
What, me, officer? I'm just minding my own business. No, I'm not quite sure who cut open the bottom of this fence with wirecutters trying to sneak into Wimbledon.
Wait a minute... what's this? A tennis ball outside the court? Andy Roddick would never hit the ball so poorly....
So I go to return the ball to Andy...
And come to find out that I'm not at the All England Club, it was not Wimbledon, and Andy was actually just some guy named Bill from the West Loop who was trying to work on his backhand.