O’ GREEN WATER

Written by  ,     March 11, 2010     Posted in Business

We are heading to Chicago! 

The 2nd City..Daughter #2 (Austin Powers get OUT of my head!)…Research and development (always!  What a business I am slave to)…The St Patrick’s Day Parade (always the pre Saturday in Chi Town)…and…to watch them turn the River green.  The same River they turned around a few decades ago.  Seriously.  A great story if you ever take one of the many boat tours.  Turned around, not like “urban renewal” type of stuff, but actually reversed the direction…with dynamite!  What a blast.  (sorry…I am my father’s son…at times…)

So, they turn the River green, as the Loop fills with revelers (more so than usual) and none of the Irish Pubs or Restaurants will take reservations.  (It’s funny..that I COMPLETELY get that from a lost revenue/business/demand/I love it perspective.  But it does, in fact, suck when your the one trying to make reservations.  That’s ok… I know the tricks!  (And have a fall back plan at Gibson’s Steak House.  Corned Beef be damned, bring on the bone in Sirloin and 4 story ice cream cake!)

Back to Green River.  #2 says that she can’t get past that the “boat shat green toxic waste” into the water.  The tour operators swear it’s just “natural food coloring“.  It must be some serious combination of food (peas?) because that green glows something fierce.  I mean, the olive/black colored River goes, sticky-gooey-toys-r-us-monster-movie-martian-playdough green.  (Metaphor attack?  Is there a medicine for that?  Maybe it’s a side effect of shaky-leg syndrome meds!)

A weekend in Chicago.  The thought is even more exciting than contemplating the Class Action Lawsuit against Yelp!  (ooops, I giggled again)  #2 and friends are “Pre gaming” the parade at 8AM.  Big talk from College Students who are probably forgetting to consider that Saturday morning follows Friday night.  We’ll see.  We land at 9AM.  She may need help with the keg. I want to pre game! (I whined in my head)  Is that so wrong? (picture hands on hips, eyes pouty)  When will I grow up?  (someone else’s voice)  Do I have a drinking problem? (my voice)  You should go Scott! Really, you should. (Grandma Sally’s voice…my greatest advocate!)

C’mon Grandma…we’re heading to the parade!  (Can Grampy Jim come too?)

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