A quick Google search revealed the Magnificent Mile as our
place to see in Chicago. Upon further research, Laleinia discovered the
Magnificent Mile to be a hot spot for flash mobs. Not the kind of mob that
spontaneously dances around to Justin Beiber, but a group of hooligans that
beat you with sticks for pocket change. Not the Mag Mile but the Mug Mile, for
recent events. Of course, this struck fear into the heart of Lain, and she
wanted to just forget about going to Chicago. Alastair reassured her that safe
days don’t make the news. So we went, and of course, nothing happened to us.
We parked with the promise of $6 parking (which turned into
$29) and ventured out to see the city. While window-shopping, we asked a
friendly policeman where the best place for pizza is at. Without any
hesitation, he said, “Giordano’s.” Just a few blocks away was an Italian pizza
restaurant with a crowd of people waiting to get inside. An hour later, we were
able to get our table and deep-dish pizza.
After dinner, we headed towards our car and had to pay about a million
dollars of tolls to get out of Illinois and through the next couple of states.
We ended up outside of Toledo and slept in the car for a couple of hours.
I (Lain) had a great time, and all in all, it seemed rather
safe. But in the words of Howard Moon, “It’s good to have fun, but it’s better
to have safe fun.” Wise words to live by.
