I had a pretty Irish St. Patrick's weekend. Although, being a bit sickly throughout the whole weekend trip, I didn't drink a drop of alcohol. However, I still had a great time as I got spend the weekend with good friends and sorely missed friends. Three of us from Ann Arbor trekked over to Chicago Friday night, met up with Jessi (who flew from Denver) and Marwa (our "local" ;) ) at a bar near Marwa's 21st floor apartment. We closed the bar, and then set an alarm for the next morning so that we would have the potential of watching the parade the next day and the dying of the river. Yeah right. We could see the river from Marwa's apartment, and we gave up on the parade pretty quickly. But what was with the river? We waited and waited for the river to turn this bright radioactive-looking green, but it never happened. Only when we roamed the streets did we see some green. Why so skimpy this year, Chicago?
That night, we went to a place called The Abbey, paid the best ever spent $10 cover, and listened to a handful of Irish bands... and then bagpipers!
Next we watched about a half hour of Irish dance. Adults, teenagers, and kids came out and performed routines in front of their proud parents and friends, and a bunch of drunken party-goers. Hooray! Very cultural of us.
The next day we went to Millenium Park, where the famous shiny bean is. Look, we're like cartoons. Torsos the same length as our legs. :)
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