Bucket Girl

Has anyone seen my... oh, here it is. I've been looking for this t-... um... can I get a little help?

Seriously guys, can someone take this bucket off my head...

So now that I'm in here it got me thinking of the Bucket Boys. It's a group of kids from ages 5-18 that sit outside many of the Chicago tourist hot spots (think: the Art Museum) and play on their buckets with their drumsticks. People love these kids. They even played at halftime of the NBA All-Star Game a few years back. Anyway, I have no idea where that story was going except that they play buckets and I'm essentially stuck in one.

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.