Chicago The Windy City

When I started this blog I some how thought that I would record my thoughts and ideas (if you can call them that) as I was having them. I imagined that when I was in some café somewhere and the mode hit me I would jot them down or hack them in. Of course in order to do that I would need to have my laptop with me, and since it is not a lite laptop I not in the habit of carrying it around (note: I want a Lenovo X60 with the built in 3G Vodafone wireless broadband). The imaginings were that the thoughts would get jotted down “Zeitnah”, or a little later when I was near my laptop. The reality however is very different, tiredness, laziness, and technical issues get in the way and now I find myself playing “catch-up”.
Well we got to Chicago after a 9 hour flight and an hour delay, so we were pretty jaded. That didn’t stop us from hitting the town and running around until the wee hours (our time), and what a town it is. Chicago is just awesome. Majestic buildings of all hights and sizes. We ran around until 10 p.m which is 5 a.m our time, and remember we had 3 hours sleep the night before, and then we ground to a halt. I fell into the bed and passed out.
So skip a day.
What did we do today? The day started at 7 a.m with a blocked over flowing toilet which got us bumped up to an executive suit, thank you very much, and after that we headed out to breakfast. Boy was it cold. The day, not the breakfast. A bracing, bone chilling north wind, which didn’t stop us, as we say at home “there is no bad weather, just bad clothing”. We started the day with a typical American breakfast, which is really funny, because we don’t know how to behave. You don’t just walk in and sit down but have to wait to be seated, and then everything is fast and furious. Plus the waitress doesn’t understand me every time I ask a question, and I have a lot of questions, and worse I don’t understand the answers. “Could I have the 3 eggs please?”, “certainly Sir how would you like them done?”, “fried please”, “sure how would you like them fried?”, “eh….. properly !”, “sunny-side up Sir, sunny-side down? Over-easy? , “oh just fry them and make sure they are soft”, “sorry Sir, how would you like your eggs done?”, “what would you recommend?”, “oh I’m sorry Sir, what would you like to eat?”. My wife saved me, and it wasn’t the first time. The eggs were good.
After breakfast we went on an Architectural tour lasting two hours, which turned into two and half hours, of some of the magnificent buildings here. It was just breath taking. We walked miles and miles and immediately afterwards booked another one for 5.30 p. m. in the evening. Madness. Then we shot up to Navy Pier, walked around that, and then shot back down to the architectural centre for our second tour of the day. I thought my legs were going to fall off.
At the end of the tour we went into a local pub with our followculturevulturesanddranklotsofbeertilllateinthenight, I am wasted, happy, estatic (very happy) and falling down. Off to bed.

Moan Moment
No moans, I am on holiday.