1. I had the busiest Fourth of July weekend of my life this year, with events/activities on Saturday, Sunday, AND Monday. It definitely turned out to be one of those weekends you need a weekend from. Let’s recap!
2. A few weeks ago, I made plans with a few friends, one who lives in Chicago and two who live out of town, to go to the Cubs game on the Fourth. Because two of those friends were coming in from out of town (and had other mutual friends in the area), those plans quickly spiraled out of control, starting with a lake day in I-don’t-know-what-to-call-it Illinois on Saturday.
One of the aforementioned “mutual friends in the area” lives on a small, quiet lake just outside Braidwood, which is definitely too far away to be considered south suburban Chicago, but also definitely is too far north to be considered central Illinois. Hence, I-don’t-know-what-to-call-it. Anyway, the five of us (and a few other people who came and went during the day) spent the afternoon/evening on a pontoon on the lake, floating around and kicking off the Weekend of Excessive Junk Food Consumption (I undid my 10 miler in chips, cookies, a burger, a brat, and some sangria, which accounted for my entire fruit intake all weekend). We watched the sunset, watched fireworks while we sat on the lake, and had a bonfire for s’mores making while country music played in the background. It truly could not have been more perfect. (Well, maybe it could have been if I hadn’t woken up at 4:45 that morning to run 10 miles and then ate my body weight in barbecue potato chips: a lethal combination that put me in a food/exhaustion coma by like 10 p.m.)
2. I knew we’d get back to the city late on Saturday, so I already planned to spend the night at my friend’s house. All of us went out for breakfast Sunday morning (where I had chocolate chip peanut butter banana pancakes, so I guess I did actually eat more fruit than just what was in the sangria during the weekend) before I headed off to church. While discussing the rest of our weekend plans, it became apparent that it’d be easiest for me to continue spending the night at my friend’s place (along with the two other friends from out of town, who were obviously staying there, as the Tennessee-to-Chicago commute would be a bit much to make daily) so I wouldn’t have to constantly run back and forth between my neighborhood and where everyone else was, about six miles away (which in Chicago may as well be on the opposite side of the world). With that in mind, I went home after church, packed up everything I needed, meal prepped, fed my flowers, potted the basil and thyme plants I bought at Trader Joe’s on Friday, worked out, showered, and headed out to another barbecue with the crew + mutual friends.
Since the out of town friends came from Tennessee, they wanted to make sure they got deep dish while in Chicago, so after eating at the barbecue and hanging out for a few hours, the four of us plus a different mutual friend from the barbecue went downtown to Pizano’s. None of us had to work the following day, of course, so we attempted to check out Cindy’s, the rooftop bar at the Chicago Athletic Association Hotel. The line, unsurprisingly, was bonkers, so instead we got drinks at the Cherry Circle Room, also located inside the hotel. My friends got alcohol, but I, being the child I am, got a root beer float instead 😛
Exhausted once again, I barely made it through the Lyft ride back to my friend’s place, and passed out about 10 minutes after hitting the couch.
3. Finally Monday rolled around, and it was game day! After going out for breakfast (again), the four of us headed to Wrigley Field to watch the Cubs take on the Reds.
Is there anything more American than a baseball game on the Fourth of July? I think not.
The Cubs, fortunately, recovered from their embarrassing 3-14 loss to the Mets on the third with a 10-4 walloping of the Reds. The Cubs had three homers during the game and overall the whole situation was far less intense than when I saw them play the Nationals on Mother’s Day, but no less enjoyable. Any game that ends with singing Go Cubs Go is a pretty enjoyable experience in my book.
We walked around the areaish to find food, finally settling on a bar in Lincoln Park (we had no desire to hang around Wrigley, expecting that it’d be a zoo), and then killed a couple hours hanging out before heading over to the lakefront to watch the fireworks from Navy Pier and then, at long last, calling it a weekend.
And that, friends, is why I didn’t get a run in on Monday 😛
How was your Fourth?