The last time I was in Chicago I was 19 and now, I'm 21, so there was so much to talk about. After planning our night, we went to the grocery store to pick up a few things we needed for Thanksgiving. Grocery shopping on Thanksgiving Eve? Craziness. This first day was so eventful, I'm having trouble trying to even type out what happened. But, there's one part of this night that no one could forget. In fact, it was the punchline of all of our jokes. This night was the night we called the cops on the cops.
Here's the thing. Out of all of my family that live in Chicago, only two of them really live in the city. Even though Las Vegas is the city of Sin and despite popular belief, I do not live in a hotel or on The Strip. So the city life is completely new to me. That night, someone rang the doorbell of my cousin's place and we immediately looked around the room half confused and half in a panic--we weren't expecting anyone at all. My cousin who owns the place says, "Don't look out the window, it's probably someone crazy," and adds, "You don't do that." He's been living in the city for more than 5 years now, we got to do what he says. But, we snag a few glances out the window and deem the person who rang the bell is a crazy wanderer. After a good 5-10 minutes, we believe the person gone and are free to go on and go out for dinner. Just then, the doorbell rings again. Panic ensues and we're getting worried. And then the person starts flashing their flashlight through the window, like a crazy person. My cousin says this isn't normal and decides to call the cops. As he's on the phone with them, the bell rings again and not too long after--there's a knock at the door. At this point, I'm crazy-scared and thinking of different ways this was going to go down. My cousin opens the door (don't worry, there's still another door in between) and yells through, "Can I help you?" After a few minutes, conversation clues us in that we're going to be okay. Actually, we were going to be great because it was the cops trying to tells us to close the garage because it's not safe to keep it open. It wasn't even his garage, but the relief ran through the air.
After that we had a late dinner that night, sharing a bunch of appetizers before we had a show to go at Lincoln Hall.
I was so excited to go and see a concert in Chicago because one, I don't go to enough in Vegas and two, there were so many great places to see bands in this city! Not to mention, the prices weren't hard to look at! Jagwar Ma was playing at Lincoln Hall that night and we met up with my cousin's cousin-in-law (is that even real) or my cousin's (who wasn't there that night) brother-in-law.
These guys were great. They had killer beats, voices, and accents (those Australians I tell ya). My favorite part about going to concerts is seeing them get really into the performance and just get lost into the music and give it 110%. It just reminds me of what music and performing is all about and why I love it. The concert was good. But, there were just a few things that bothered me. For one, I'm short and I know majority of the world is taller than me. Okay, I get it, I'll tall with tall people at concerts. But this girl at this show was just freakin' annoying with her hands, dancing, presence...(sorry, that was a little mean) but I could barely get a good look at this band--let alone a picture without her hands wailing and twirling everywhere! She also tried to reach her hand out and touch the bassist but you could tell he was not having it. Made me laugh a bit, I mean.. she was being a bit too aggressive. (At the very end, he did eventually touch her hand and then others).
We ended the night at a dive bar called Delilah's and hung around for a drink or two. The highlight of that whole night was seeing the cousin-in-law's doppelganger, besides the whole calling the cops on the cops thing. We spent so much time staring at that dude and being creeps! At that point, we were all somewhat delirious and just plain tired.
Day One was a success!
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