Today, my family is taking me away to celebrate my upcoming birthday. Not a number I’m particularly happy about so let’s skip that unpleasantness. But for a recent milestone birthday, my wife took me to Chicago for a weekend.
It was my first time to Chicago. As a great lake town in January (this month is the worst month to have a birthday) it was snowy and incredibly cold so we nicknamed Chicago as the “arctic windy city”.
But we had a great time – saw the tourist sites of Navy Pier and the Shedd Aquarium, hung out at Art Institute (my daughter particularly loving their miniatures collection), skate at the top of the Hancock tower, ate deep dish pizza, and enjoyed the United States’ liberal happy hour laws.
We sent my mother this postcard below. It doesn’t show up but the sky is filled with glitter – very appropriate for the never-ending snowfall we endured there.
Our daughter draw a picture of her thoughts on the trip on the back of a postcard.
“Hancock Tower Downtown Chicago”
“[The kid] on the town. She loved Chicago! It was a blast of fun (and cold).”
It was a great birthday blast bash!