Sunday morning a very horny wolfhound woke up snuggled-up w/
his Saint Bernard. Three weeks and
change in chastity topped-off w/ a night of being beaten and fucked out of my
mind (seriously… out of my mind - woof!) was finally rewarded when Sir gave me a
hand-job and allowed me to shoot for him.
OOOOhhhhhhhhhh… *sigh*
Shower and dress, and Nitro, Sir, and I then went out for breakfast at this posh bunch
café. I had maybe the best banana
Foster’s French toast a la mode ever.
Sir had lined-up a play date w/ Dreadfire (I think?)… which
was cool w/ me b/c, having never been in Chicago
before, I really, really wanted to get out of the hotel and do some sight seeing. So Sir cut his wolfhound loose for the day. IML’s hotel was easy walking distance of Millennium
Park and the Art Institute (as seen
in Farris Bueller’s Day Off). I walked over the river and walked through
the park to the museum. A few
observations about Chicago
traffic: There are a lot of very brave
bicyclists in Chicago. I wouldn’t even like to drive a car in that
mess, and there crazy bicyclists weaving though traffic all over. Large balls or small brains? Also, Chicago
drivers really believe in horns but not turn signals. In the South, even in big cities, you rarely
hear a horn blow, and when you do it’s usually reluctantly and for an appropriate reason (i.e.
to warn somebody who doesn’t see you and is merging into your lane). In Chicago,
they blow their horns all the damn time, and often for no apparent reason. Traffic stops at a red light; somebody blows
their horn. Traffic pauses for
pedestrians at a crosswalk w/ a walk light; somebody blows their horn. It’s nuts!
And I never saw anybody use a turn signal. Is that just a Southern
thing? We kind of like to warn people
when we are turning or changing lanes.
So… the Art Institute is just fucking amazing! Its collection is fantastic. This alone was worth the cost of airfare. I saw so many wonderful things, and a few
times I just about literally had my breath taken away. I really mean that – there were a few pieces
I saw that just staggered me. One was a
De Chircho that blew my damn mind. So amazing!
I was also blown away by one of their Van Goghs. All four Van Goghs were great, but this one
took my breath away. The toothpaste-thick
impasto! The vibrant colors! It just... lives!
Of course I saw the obligatory Nighthawks, American Gothic,
and Sunday Afternoon…
… and so much more!
The Indian collection is wonderful!
The Picassos were great (the Old
Guitarist!). Monets. The whole Impressionism collection is
fantastic! And a great collection of
surrealism. Three by Paul Klee. Cezanne.
Elizabeth Murray. John Singer Sargent. The Chagall
windows! It was a truly amazing
experience. What a treasure house of
wonders!
As I came out of the museum – high as a kite – I was
delighted to find a free symphony playing in the park amphitheater, so I paused
for 10 or 15 minutes to lie in the sun and enjoy the music.
The amphitheater itself is awesome.
There’s a spider web of rigging overhead w/o any support poles blocking
the view. Very neat engineering.
I spent some time in the park, walking around w/ my shirt
off, trying to get some sun on this pale Scottish-Swedish skin of mine. I enjoyed a Chicago
style hotdog and a shirtless beer in the park. One
more landmark worth noting is this cool fountain they have where the surfaces
are giant video screens w/ moving faces on them. Neat stuff.
It was a fantastic outing, and I was walking on sunshine as I headed back to the hotel to
get ready for – drum roll – Woof Camp!!!!!!
To be concluded… tomorrow.
Chicago traffic and honking has NOTHING on New York's. Chicago looks quaint in comparison.
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