Last week’s blog hiatus was caused by a heinous stomach flu. Dropping 5 pounds in 3 days had me at a 9.5 on the Wiggles worry scale. My doctor’s nurses were useless, one even asking me what PediaLyte is. I have an appointment with Dr. F. tomorrow. Maybe I should bring a bottle to show Nurse Clueless.
Being on bedrest and unable to eat real food,the thought of spending a long weekend far, far away from my bathroom proved daunting. I took enough Immodium to drown my stomach bug and render me travel-ready by Thursday. Here’s a quick rundown of the weekend:
Da Flights: I spent the two and a half hour flight between Houston and Chicago watching MStew and Dr. Oz. That almost makes me forgive Continental for their craptastic merger with United and their bullshit snacks-for-pay policy. Almost. On the way back, I watched a fellow passenger down three Bloody Marys. Bitch.
Da Hotel: We stayed at the snazzyriffic Hotel Palomar. Having seen a special on its heavily female management team, I could see all the feminine touches. From the Tom’s of Maine toothpaste in the mini bar to the weather forecast cards at turndown service, this hotel was choc full o’ amenities.
I’d definitely go back there. (Travel tip: if you join their Kimpton InTouch Loyalty Program, you get free WiFi, $10 in honor bar snacks and upgrade offers). During check-in, the desk clerk asked us if we’d like a key to the mini bar ($10 in free snacks – hells yeah!). Dan, hearing “bar” and thinking “booze,” declined. I gasped. He said “But you’re pregnant…” I snapped back with “Wha??? So! Don’t stand between me and the potato chips!” Our Lucy and Ricky antics greatly amused the desk clerk.
Da Food: The fear of relapse left me hesitant to delve into Chicago fare. It meant opting for Subway while Dan and Dadshteyn chowed on Xoco tortas and eating a corndog while they downed Hot Doug’s uberdogs. I chanced deep dish on Sunday morning, but it wasn’t Chicagotastic. Lou Malnati’s was closed so we had Pizzeria Due, a place owned by a Texan. Yeeehawful!
There were two take-one-for-the-team foodie dinners in between: Publican and Avenues. The latter gave me fully caffeinated coffee and molecular gastrointestinal issues. Having made the Chicago trek to eat at Alinea, I’m sure it will sadden Dan that there will be no more in-womb exposure to foodie chemicals for Wiggles. (As he feeds me sodium alginate in my sleep)
Da Shopping: Dan and I did a quick stint on the Magnificent Mile, making our mandatory pilgrimage to H&M. The Saturday shopping crowds were too much for us, so we hightailed it back to the hotel after only an hour.
- Friday was spent being a backseat observer to one of Dan and Dadshteyn’s random roadtrips where they seek out funky food, old school record shops and ghettos. They love them some hood. Thankfully, they didn’t venture to the infamous Chicago South Side, but I’m pretty sure that was only because I was there. As a reminder, I’d occasionally shout “Precious cargo back here!” We spent the day cruising various immigrant communities (Ukrainian, Polish, Italian, Vietnamese), which turned out to be pretty cool. I saw parts of Chicago I never would’ve ventured to without the daring duo. In between Eastern Europe and Asia, we toured Frank Lloyd Wright’s house.
- On Saturday, Dan and I hit the Art Institute of Chicago having no idea what to expect. I feared it would be all contemporary art. I hate contemporary art. I joke that you can stick a coke can in the middle of the room, call it “Existence” and bam – it’s modern art museum worthy. We were completely blown away by their collection, ranging from Egyptian antiquities to Lichtenstein. I did have one contemporary art moment. I watched this guy intently read a wall describing the artist’s process and inspiration. He turned turned into the exhibit, rolled his eyes and walked out. I rounded the corner and started laughing when I saw what I call “Vivacity”:
It was a fun weekend, just what the doctor ordered for getting my mind off work and gastroplague worries. I look forward to taking Wiggles there one day. On a previous visit, I loved the Fairy Castle exhibit at the Museum of Science and Industry. It would be so much fun to see her reaction to the detailed dollhouses.
But just watch. I can see it now… I’ll offer up the dollhouse and she’ll say “Scwew that, mommy. I want mowecuwar gastwonomy. Take me to Awinea!”