Chalo, chale mitwa...

Another nice long weekend spent travelling. This time around, however, the transfer airport was pleasantly Atlanta, which only partially made up for arriving in the dingy little shitbox that is Chicago Midway airport.


/obligatory plane picture

Regardless, Chicago seems to have changed very little since last time I was there... four? five years ago? Having lived there for more or less a year, I had been feeling an uneasy mix of excitement and psycho-emotional trepidation at the prospect of re-walking the sidewalks of yore, like when you accidentally run into a parked car but instead of stopping you move on but then return to the scene of a crime the next day. You're on guard, you're nervous, yet there's no real threat... and I was just beginning to feel at ease, enjoying the city for itself rather than for its baggage, when-- oh HELLO, FREAKY-ASSED FOUNTAIN IN MILLENIUM PARK.


/the end of the world as we know it

I suppose I'd have found it much less creepy had it been sunny out... but no, it was nightmarish, dark and humid, and the little urchins playing in the water underneath that face only drove home the impression that we're truly living in the End Times. I was still eager to see the "Bean" as it had been described to me, and which I suppose everyone has by this time read about. And yeah... it was pretty damn cool... but dirty.


/mad mad world


/ugh, gross

The occasion for my visit was serving as a groomsman in the wedding of one of my bestest friends from high school, Paul, to his long-time squeeze Ambika. Held at the Adler Planetarium, it was quite the affair:

/panjabi women = hot


/feet


/the happy couple


/"Paul, you've got shit on your neck" -- actual quote


/more feet


/[glitter]

oh and I finally found one: