|January 19, 2015
||[Jan. 19th, 2015|11:55 pm]
Up mid-morning, which is early for me for these Chicago trips, and after hanging about the hotel room for a while, queenmomcat and I took the El downtown for our day's expedition. We started with lunch at Miller's Pub, where I was good and had coffee with lunch instead of beer. Afterwards, we walked the block or so to the Art Institute, where we spent the early part of the afternoon.
The main objective of our visit was to check out the James Ensor exhibit. I knew very little about this particular painter before going in -- other than what They Might Be Giants included in their song about him -- but I know more now. The exhibit is centered around his massive drawing "The Temptation of Saint Anthony," which is indeed impressive, but I actually found some of the ancillary works more interesting. Anyways, that took us about an hour, and afterwards we wandered the museum checking in on some "old friends" as it were.
We had briefly thought of doing some more shopping after visiting the museum, but queenmomcat's back was bothering her, and my ankle was bothering me, so we went back to the hotel. I actually went out again soon there after to walk over to the Best Buy on the first floor of the Hancock Center to get queenmomcat some headphones (she lost the pad to one ear of the pair she brought with her). That was about a mile and a half walk, and although my ankle complained a good bit of the way, it was good exercise.
Back at the hotel again, I read another chunk of The Girl on the Train, and then I took a comparatively short nap. For dinner, we went back to the Fado Irish Pub, where we had tried to do brunch yesterday but had given up the face of crowds and live music. It was less crowded this evening, and it would in theory have been quieter except the tables just down from where we ended up sitting were rowdy and not a little drunk. Oh well. It's a mock-Irish pub, so that should be expected.
Back at the hotel, I finished The Girl on the Train (4/1,150), which is a good thing, although I was tired enough afterwards that I didn't feel like starting a new book. So, to bed, albeit a bit later than I would have liked. We go back home tomorrow (this was just a short, non-opera trip), so I need to get up in enough time to repack and check out by noon. I should be able to do that.