The adventure started in:
Palatine is a cute little suburb a little outside of Chicago, which just is train ride away.
Not to be confused with PalaStine or Palantine.
Of all of the subway/train/metros, this is the first one I have come across that is two tiered.
“Cracking up a cold one with the boys” is also totally aloud. Legal.
It just so happens, we sat next to a bunch of boys doing just that on their way to a Metallica show.
Hello Sunday Fun-day.
Getting started before noon.
“You see the Skyline yet?!”
I didn’t even have anything on me, but I still had a wave of paranoia at first glance of them.
I don’t know why but I thought this was kind of funny with the big city behind it.
Still no idea what this is, but something tells me I shouldn’t be up climbing it.
It’s Sunday and no ones gonna stop me.
Everything’s cool cause I have shorts on under.
(Also not pictured) As soon as I went over the prohibitory rope at the entrance to this thing, a group of tourist kids followed my lead and also entered the globe bonez.
As if in that moment, my 23 year old “adult” self set the precent, as an adult about what is acceptable behavior. The parents were just like, “If she is doing it, have at it kids!
Come to find out, this is The Willis Tower.
I think it is kind of Iconic.
Why is this so creepy to me?
Ancient and lurking in the corner.
More like “bored of trade”!
I blame the internet.
And if this wasn’t also my speed…
Give me a break.
^When someone offers vodka^
We are tourists.
Wait for it….
Embrace the mutual blur.
The match flowers on my dress.
In this moment, I was missing school. Only for a moment though, summer break is truly embraceable.
These guys are real college graduated adults.
This is the first grade Racheal face.
Adult or not, she still got it!
(*Chooses most ratchet ones at self expense*)
Hard pass on acting like an adult. In public.
Good thing for shorts.
Idk why but Racheal, the most couth, polite, angelic of all the homies really brings it out of me.
Really feelin’ it.
By it, I mean myself.
We’ve all BEAN there.
(Ahaha get it! Cause this is at “The Bean” selfie!)
*Insert Disney Symphony sounds here*
Don’t trust us.
Idk if that is what this recycled tire exhibit is called but that’s what it should be.
Heaven is a place on earth, after all.
City of Chicago
+Trimphant flag flaps in the back ground*
You get it, Chicago Tribune, you.
Grape Swisher Man.
I don’t remember what this guys name is but he had great taste in clothes and tolerable taste in cigarillos.
Looking forward. For the future? We are fucked. Why you ask?
Hat’s off to you modern idiot-America.
That was all you.
Going from Honest-Abe to that comb-over-con-arisit, Trumpty Dumpty.
Rent me up!
Like Moe, C’mon what’s the hold up.
Approaching Navy Pier.
I get this look a lot.
Unholy dose of Guacamole.
Free samples get me EVERY TIME.
Oh, you guys.
Yeah mom, Gr8 vacation.
Looks like an ocean!
What the duck??
Adorable baby duck chills by its lonesome?
Independent baby duck is gonna show the world.
Surely this isn’t the same infamous “Chicago Wheel” from the World’s Fair back in 1893.
*Insert endless loud bass house music*
I guess Vodka.
Just this once!
Here comes the storm, do do do dooo!
As we make our way back!
Tunnel bridge thing.
Don’t know much about it, except feeling compelled to take this shot!
This back in, drop off, parking garage looks like it was made for memes.
Inner city reflections.
Ended our night at a food court before hitting the train back.
The order machine thing marks the beginning of the end of humanity.
On A Brighter note:
I compared these plastered obvious Sasquatch foot prints to my foot, looks like a match.
At least now we know.
Inside the cozy little Palatine train station.
Take a seat, watch the storm come in. Ponder if you really actually want to go to the city. Without an umbrella. Alone.
Nope? That’s what I thought.
Racheal and I went out for a nature stroll.
I like the leaf made of shadow.
The most nature-y of the nature.
Thought this was a blackberry. Not so big.
Didn’t exactly taste like a blackberry…
Welp, I lived.
Maybe it is because we are from the desert, but we were tickled smitten finding this live, rowdy little faceless worm doing its thing.
Loving the mud bridge.
Yeah, you play coy.