Wicker Park Fest, a Cubs game and Wicker Park Fest

24.07.2009

Suzanne got up early today and left for Wicker Park. I slept in a little later and ventured over to meet Rob and Ian at Bon Bon Vietnamese Sandwiches. Rob and Ian are aspiring travel bloggers so we all got along well. From there, we ambled over to the festival, which was more of a street party than an actual festival. I was a little disappointed, and decided I'd be back later on.

Rob had to go play golf, so he left and Ian and decided to get some deep dish pizza. One of Suzanne's friends advised us to go to this REALLY touristy pizza place, which was fine, as long as the pizza was good. It wasn't that good. Anyway, Chicago deep dish pizza, check.

Ian's friends were at the Cubs game today, so I tagged along and went down to meet them. They were all very nice and we witnessed the craziness of the Cubs fan phenomenon. It's not a playoff game or anything, but people were just FREAKING out, getting hammered, dancing like crazy, all before 3 p.m. Very interesting cultural experience...

Anyway, we hung out around there, met up with some more people Ian's friends knew. After that, we went our separate ways, Ian to the Sears Tower and me to Wicker Park again. Wicker Park was a little better than in the day time. I watched a nice little punk band, and then hung out with Suzanne for a while at her vendor tent. I was complaining that my feet hurt in my flip flops and she immediately gave me the keys to her house AND $20 for a cab ride back to her house.

I didn't use the cab money, I just took the bus back. I asked a man (who didn't LOOK crazy) if the bus stop was for the bus going north. He looked at me frantically, and didn't answer. Luckily the woman beside him realized I needed help, and she said yes, and that the bus was indeed on its way. Now, we were having this conversation OVERTOP of this person. He looked at me again, with that frantic look...

"Could you PLEASE have your conversation somewhere else. You seem a little slow, and I don't like you talking around me like this."

"Umm, OK..." I didn't think it was a big deal so... whatever I changed and then stood beside the woman, talking about the bus. After a while, I sat down in beside the crazy man. He immediately moved to the end of the bench. Weirdo.

"So, I hope the bus comes because I COULD take the subway but it would take forever."

"YEAH TAKE THE SUBWAY, THE BLUE LINE IS RIGHT OVER THERE, GET ON IT!" And he got up and sauntered into the night.

Wow...weirdo. So then I caught the bus and found my way back to Suzanne's. Minus the crazy man.

Me vs. CTA card