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Matt Reiske © 2009 All Rights Reserved
Matt Reiske © 2009 All Rights Reserved










7 p.m. We decided to take a break from the overcrowded park and walked out to Michigan St. for dinner. We found an interesting restaurant, Artist’s Cafe, to cool off. Since I refuse to use the park’s porta-pottys, I asked about the restroom which turned out to be a little adventure. I was given a piece of paper (pass) which I had to take to the elevators on the first floor. It was an older building with an old-fashioned, wood-glass elevator. The door opens and there is an old man sitting on a stool to work the switches to the floors. The girl next to me says. “I bet you have the BEST job!” He just glared at her and mumbled, “Yeah” (or maybe it was @#%*). He takes our passes and we ride to the 5th floor. It’s starting to feel creepy. The door opens and I see glass cases that look like art studios and a hallway reminiscent of The Shining. The place looked like a mental ward. On the far end was the restroom — an open, tiled room with several white sinks on one side. The toilets were in another room. I had to go through a heavy, dead-bolt door to get to the stalls. This IS a psycho-ward! The bathroom excursion was worth the visit to this cafe. Their burgers are delicious too.

Our train ride was departing in 30 minutes (so we thought). We walked and ran with Amazing Race speed to the Metra Station. My feet were beginning to blister and hurt. With 6 minutes to spare, we discovered that our train was not arriving for another hour! I was spent.
Where did you guys stay or get on the Metra at? Buckingham Fountain is my absolute favorite place in the entire city. Glad you survived your crazy weekend! I was downtown on Thursday as they were setting up everything at Grant Park and it already looked crazy then!!
ReplyDeleteI have two cousins there, one downtown and the other by Edison Park, where we rode the Metra. The train was nicer than the L, which was crazy Friday night. Sorry I missed you. The weekend went so quickly!
ReplyDeleteLaughing at your doll figurine photos....You're a bit crazy - did you know that? I'm glad you a had a good time - but quite sad I didn't get to spend more time with you and your bodyguard/husband turned Lollapalooza lover....Enjoyed our talks at night except for the break up...love you always and my pad is your pad. Next time I'll make sure I leave body wash for you....
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It’s an ACTION FIGURE!Crazy is as crazy does. I’m pretty tame compared to some of those LOLLA peeps. Did you know Ela met mini Rob? Just you wait…
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