Nights 2-3: Chi Town, Chi Town We Gonna Show Em How We Get Down
The ride from West Virginia to Illinois was pretty easy considering my mother did all the work until it was time to actually enter Chicago (which, as always, was a nightmare of Atlanta proportions). We found our way to the Congress Plaza Hotel, the most haunted hotel in Chicago. We were sent to the 11th floor and the room was quite nice. We were both so exhausted, we just ordered some wings and crashed.
The next day, we walked to the nearby fountain and lake front. I stopped at a comic book store. Mom got hustled by a charity. We went to the Cloud Gate and had a generally good time exploring all the cool stuff within a mile of our hotel. We were going to do some kind of tour but mom was tired (and I was, too).
That night (night 3), we went out to the 1959 bar that is attached to Second City. We then watched a show (Best of Second City) that was a mixed bag but, overall, enjoyable. When we got back to the hotel, we noticed almost none of the rooms were lit up. We were practically there alone. I kind of wanted to wander the halls, looking for spirits and boarded up rooms but it felt kind of hollow without anyone to go with me. We experienced nothing ghostly here except for the fact that room service pooched getting my jeans cleaned.
In the morning, we began our trek to St. Louis!
The next day, we walked to the nearby fountain and lake front. I stopped at a comic book store. Mom got hustled by a charity. We went to the Cloud Gate and had a generally good time exploring all the cool stuff within a mile of our hotel. We were going to do some kind of tour but mom was tired (and I was, too).
That night (night 3), we went out to the 1959 bar that is attached to Second City. We then watched a show (Best of Second City) that was a mixed bag but, overall, enjoyable. When we got back to the hotel, we noticed almost none of the rooms were lit up. We were practically there alone. I kind of wanted to wander the halls, looking for spirits and boarded up rooms but it felt kind of hollow without anyone to go with me. We experienced nothing ghostly here except for the fact that room service pooched getting my jeans cleaned.
In the morning, we began our trek to St. Louis!
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