I am apparently vacationing in my own city. Which is the only explanation for taking a picture of the bean at Millennium Park like we're in town for a week from Japan. I never took much notice of the bean before. What is it and why is it plopped smack dab in the middle of downtown Chicago? It looks like an alien laid an egg, but I gather it's some kind of architectural marvel or similar. As a resident, I usually avoid the touristy parts of our city. But in the last 48 hours, in addition to visiting Millennium Park, I've paid $20 for a carousel ride at Navy Pier, strolled down Michigan Avenue and walked along the lakefront eating an ice cream. Our place has the feel of a hotel, and not having all of our stuff adds to the vacation aura of it all.
Here is our view of Navy Pier at night:
It's a nice view. It's not $4600 worth of nice. Which is what people who are living here voluntarily and not on insurance's dime pay every month. I'm trying to think what view would be worth five grand a month to me. Maybe one directly into Daniel Craig's shower. And only maybe.
Lest you get too envious in the manner of cursing why your place can't be doused mercilessly with water, I have no washer/dryer in our apartment. We have to lug our dirty wares 47 flights to get to the laundry. Which was particularly upsetting when one of the girls decided to puke, rendering all of her sheets, blankets and stuffed animals chock full of undigested peas and raisins. Yum.
If I start talking about going to the top of the Hancock Building or Sears Tower, send in the guys with the rubber jackets.