Welcome to Chicago! It’s two hours later here. Reset your clocks accordingly.
Our hotel is right on the lake, and as my mother likes to remind me, having grown up in Milwaukee, it’s cooler by the lake. And so it is. The hotel opened two weeks ago, and they’re still sorting out things like HEAT and HOT WATER, but they have some things excellently figured out, like the restaurant downstairs.
Shirley is very excitable. On her right is Julia, Eve’s wonderful nanny. We ❤ Julia.
One should always invite the duck to dinner.
I am taller than Stephin, but not quite as much as this picture suggests. I do however quite enjoy wine, so this picture is not a total fallacy.
The next day, we did exciting things like laundry! And sleeping late! And walking on the astonishing beach a few moments from our door.
Sadly, this is about the extent of my yoga on this trip.
The public art/weird stuff in Chicago beats the public art/weird stuff in LA by a mile.
Your Daily Eve! The hotel lobby is full of Eve-sized pieces of furniture to climb on, and she’s having a grand old time.
It’s always nice to see some old shirts back at the merch booth. These two said they’d bring their juggling pins to tonight’s show–I’ll report back.
The stage, as seen from behind.
The Vic Theater is a nice place, but there’s only one venue in Chicago for me. (Note: this blog does not express the feelings of the band. I am only speaking for myself. Also, I like presents, and can be easily bought, just for future reference.)
Shirley sent over this photo, with the subject line ‘Write Your Own Caption.’ I invite you to do the same. Mike suggests ‘The Rats in the Garbage of the Western World.’
It’s not my fault I married a demon.
After the show, we took our 2nd biannual trip to the Wiener Circle, courtesy of Erik Selz. This time, the place was empty when we arrived, and so the verbal abuse was almost entirely absent. Sam (who, for the record, is a vegetarian) had his cello on his back, and when the women behind the counter asked him what it was, he busted out an impromptu show:
Mike, both alarmed and excited by his meal.
Erik swears that his last visit was with us, two years ago, but come on–look at that grin. He’s a regular. Don’t fight the Wiener, Selz.
Stephin’s found three houses for you to buy thus far, but I’ll save some for tomorrow. Here’s the first one.
We love spending more than one night in a city, so expect more Chicago tomorrow! Also, if you’d like to read more words about hear more juicy secrets about our trip to SXSW, my first word-centric blog about the tour is now up on The Paris Review. Have at it!
love and hot dogs,
M + E