Remember the time I was in Glamour? The best man from that wedding has recently moved to Chicago. When the Bride and Groom came from San Francisco to visit him this weekend I invited myself along. There were actually a handful of other people in town who where in or at their big day too. Wedding party reunion! We did all kinds of great Chicago stuff. We went to the top of the Hancock building (it was foggy and snowy and visibilty was 0%, but otherwise I hear 94 floors is quite the view).
|Dramatization of what a clear view would be|
We had street food.. WITH nacho cheese. Yes. Please. High five to our host Roman for knowing just where to go!
We even got tickets to the rodeo. Our male counterparts are city slickers. We Missouri girls know what's up.
|Watching Bull riding IN the Bull's home. Appropriate.|
It turns out that in high school Bowler spent some time as a rodeo groupie. Raise your hand if you're surprised. She was a wealth of knowledge and explained everything from how it is scored to what bulls are 'good bulls' and what their life is like on the road. She could have been B.S.ing me come to think of it.
She did not pack any Steak Frye Cowgirl attire, so she borrowed her husbands shirt. I think she made it look stylish.
We were most excited about the food and speculated for hours if there would be corn dogs or funnel cakes. We made two laps around the vending area to ensure that we knew all of our options. Except taking our sweet time meant that when we were ready to order they were starting to close! We got the world's saltiest soggiest spiciest sandwich. It desperately needed cheese. We attempted to use our womanly wiles and any cash we had to coerce the workers into letting us have some. Apparently we are not as persuasive as we like to think. Fail.
Hands down the best part of our ridiculously leisurely laps around the building was when we found a stack of paper antlers. We were IN LOVE with them and could not stop laughing. Obviously it was only a matter of time before we battled it out in the street.
In one corner, red boots Elk. In the other corner, the trash talking brown boots Elk. We fought to the death... or at least until the first person was on the ground.
|Elk use a lot of 'air quotes' when they're gearing up for a joust|
|Nothing gets these wild animals revved up like a little Saturday Night Fever|
|or jumping jacks|
|Attack! Kill! Mame! Destroy!|
|Back up... take another running start|
|Clank Clank Clank, the sound of antlers colliding|
|Yup, it was in a puddle. We did not scout the correct street/alley way. Clearly. Super cold. Super wet.|
|Torn antlers. The defeated elk separates from the herd... back to Missouri|
I don't think I've ever laughed so much in my life. Full video of the scuffle is here.