What Happens When I’m In Charge.

My husband and I get along amazingly – we seriously rarely argue or disagree. (Which is one of the reasons that I Missed him so badly while I was gone.)

However, we approach a lot of things very differently. Especially vacation planning. But because I’m lazy I like to keep things flowing smoothly, I always let Chris do things his way and I go along with it.

However, I was in Chicago. By myself.

And the stark differences between MY way and HIS way were really fleshed out quite obviously.

I decided to skip the after-lunch session of seminars on Saturday, because there wasn’t anything that sounded beneficial to my blogs, and I wanted to get out and walk around.

Specifically, I wanted to go the “The Ledge” on the Sears Tower:

Sears

I adore heights.

Now, if Chris were planning such an outing, these are the steps he would have gone through:

  • Research end destination on Internet.
  • Mapquest it.
  • Decide on the best means of travel to arrive at said destination.
  • Find out if and how much it cost.
  • Find out how to EXACTLY get to it once inside of the building.
  • Read other people’s opinions on it.
  • Find restaurants nearby at which we might want to eat afterwards.
  • Research other tourist destinations to make sure that this one was the best, and also to see if there is anything else worth seeing while out.
  • Figure out the least crowded time of day to go.
  • Find out if we needed to take motion sickness pills or possibly extra oxygen for the height that we would be traveling to.
  • Print ALL of the above information out and insert it into a 3 Ring Binder (And I am NOT kidding – we ALWAYS have a “Vacation Binder”.)

Here’s how I went about it: I had been out on the Riverwalk the night before and had seen the Sears Tower, and that it appeared to be only a block or two away:IMG_1632
So I just set off walking.

I like adventure, you see.

On the way, I saw this guy:IMG_1635

Only problem is, he saw me too:IMG_1636

His bucket said “Take Pictures, Leave Donation.” I assumed that suggestion was meant for people who got their picture taken WITH him.

However, he did not. He yelled at me, whistled at me, and in general cursed me until I was out of sight – literally several minutes.

Dear Mister Copper Cowboy: Yelling at Southern Women in a rude and angry manner will get you nowhere.

So I kept walking, crossing busy streets, crossing the river, rubbing more and more blisters on my toes, and taking pictures of my destination as I got closer and closer:IMG_1639

And then I arrived, and saw the sign:IMG_1643
Yeah. I’m an idiot.

I MIGHT not be a good person to use as your Life Line if you’re ever asked to identify Important American Architecture.

So I looked around, trying to spot a taller building:IMG_1640

But there were too many tall buildings in the way.

At this point, I felt totally exhilarated by the hilarity of my adventure, even though I wasn’t meeting my end goal. I mean, how many times will this ever happen to me in life?

Not many, if Chris has anything to do with it.

So I pulled up the address of the Sears Tower on my phone (which is barely internet savvy), and it was South Wacker Street. I looked around:IMG_1645
West Wacker Street and East Wacker Street.

A lot of Wackers, just not the right Wacker.

My phone wasn’t nearly savvy enough to pull up directions, so I ended up finding a bench and calling Chris, in an uncontrollable fit of giggles at how ludicrous I knew he would consider my lack of preparation to be.

Later that night, when my friends and I went to Greek Town, my wiser-than-me friend Cara showed me the real Sears Tower: IMG_1673
They’re practically twins, don’t you think? Obviously, Mr. Trump was copying Mr. Sears.IMG_1632

I really did love the adventure of setting out with no information. But I must say that the most embarrassing part of the adventure was that I had told a bunch of people where I was headed as I left the hotel. They asked, “Really? Is it close enough to go to?”

And I had answered, “Yes! If you go out to the Riverwalk and look right, you can see it!!”

I sure hope none of those people tried to emulate my adventure.

Or if they did, I hope they don’t remember who gave them the idea.