Shouting from the Rooftops

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A couple of weeks ago, Mr. RH and I went to Chicago for the weekend.  Ever since we went to Chicago in March, I was ready to come back.  I had grand visions of going up the Sears Tower (no, I won't call it Willis), going to the Shedd Aquarium (Mr. RH's favorite), and doing everything Chicago had to offer.

And then June happened.  And July.  And the start of August.  I was pretty darn exhausted - and, looking ahead at the calendar, I knew it wasn't going to get any better.  Mr. RH starts student teaching this week, and I'm going to be working most weekends - so I knew our long, quality time together was coming to a very quick end.

Up to Chicago we went, without a plan in the world.  We wandered for restaurants (and argued about it).  We shopped and walked and talked, mostly talked.  It was quite heavenly.


But because I'm me.... I tried to take a million pictures so I could remember every minute.

We walked to the Ohio Street beach, which, in hindsight, least favorite Chicago beach I've been to.  However, very convenient if you're staying near the Magnificent Mile.  Tradeoffs, I suppose.


On the first day, I'm pretty sure we just walked all around.  To the beach and Navy Pier and hit all the big sights.  No matter how many times I go to Chicago, I feel that I must see most of the big hits every visit.  I don't want to miss anything!


I could tell you everything we did (and I probably will) - but I think my favorite moments were the ones where we were just walking and talking.  And talking and talking.

After debating every dinner place in the tri-state area, we ended up at a cute Italian place called Rosebud on Rush.  And my terrible ordering choices failed us for the first time this trip.

On a cuter note, however, I wore the exact same outfit as I did on our first date.  I had lost the dress for months.... and then I found it in the bottom of a garment bag in the bottom of my closet - it had fallen off the hanger.

I couldn't wait to bust it out again.

This is the only pic I got of my cute self.... way too late past my bedtime. 


 After dinner, we walked back to the hotel and grabbed a camera and proceeded to something I had been looking forward to for AGES.  We went to Buckingham Fountain to watch the nightly lights/water show.  I have been to Chicago so many times but I'd never seen the show before.  I was so excited.



 I took a million photos with my point and shoot camera and wished I'd had my big one... but I was pretty impressed with myself.

We watched the lights and water show and it was everything I hoped it would be - patriotic and fun and wonderful.

As for Mr. RH... I think he enjoyed the show but I doubt he could focus because he had a lot on his mind.

And a very important question to ask.


And now you know what I've been wanting to shout from the rooftops...