I hate when vacations
are over. I always find myself thinking on and off throughout the following
week something like this: "Last week at this time, I was here (fill in
random place or excursion of my trip), doing this (fill in related action). Now
I'm stuck back here (New Jersey, work, home), doing this (something not so fun)
instead."
It doesn't help that
today was a miserably yucky, humid* and rainy day in New Jersey while last
Thursday was an almost spring-like day in Chicago.
*It did reach 65
degrees, which was nice, but the exchange for warm weather from cold included
stickiness and a spike in allergens.
Getting our car at the parking lot that protected it all night.** |
For the morning, we
planned to do a little laid-back shopping. I'm slowly learning my shopping
preferences for when I'm traveling in new cities. Though I love shopping in general
(chances are I would be content shopping even in a dollar store), when I am on
vacation I prefer shopping in two kinds of places: 1. Outlet Malls 2. Independent
Boutiques
We managed to squeeze in
a quick trip to the Fashion Outlets of Chicago on Saturday before our flight.* From
the massive amount of options, we were able to find plenty of boutiques to
browse around, and even had time to stop into some luxury shops with
ridiculously overpriced items that we may never in our lives be able to afford,
nor want to afford.**
*Note: This outlet mall
had the best parking lot I have every experienced in my life. Digital signs of
how many spaces are left in each area, plus a red or green light over spots to
show if they were filled or not.
**Second note: I’m totally
lying. If someone offered me the $500 Armani jacket I was drooling over, I’d
wear that puppy in a heart-beat.
Armitage Avenue in Lincoln Park was our first shopping stop. It was lined with all sorts of novelty stores and boutiques, my favorite were the Green Goddess Boutique and Laudi Vidni.
Laudi Vidni is a custom
leather handbag store and I was resisting all desire to splurge on one of their
21 originally styled handbags, custom made with fabric and finish of my choice.
I took one of their cards to taunt myself with and so that my inner fashionista
can have something to crave for the next time we visit Chicago.
Green Goddess Boutique
had everything from clothes to antiqued furniture to funky jewelry. With prices
ranging from fair to crazy expensive, I managed to find myself two pieces of
jewelry that will now and forever always remind me of our trip. The only thing
that dragged us away was the need for coffee, and of course, pastries. (Read
about it at The Orange Strainer). Here’s a sneak peak of some of our
goodies:
Guess you’ll have to read the post to see what was inside…
We spent the early
evening shopping along Chicago’s Magnificent Mile, which was basically made just
for me. One whole mile of high end, low end, and every kind of designer in
between--be still my heart!
I basically butchered
this pretty simple name, each time choosing a different 'M' word to attach with
‘mile’. I wish I could say that they were all at least adjectives, but I'd be
lying: Marvelous, Millennium, Maleficent...yeah I have memory commitment
issues.
Simplest way to spread love. Cold? Need a scarf? Take it. |
Though its crime rate is
surprisingly higher than NYC (at least according to neighborhoodscout.com), the
streets of Chicago had a more open and cleaner feel (which I suppose translates
to me as safe). Though Hubby swears Chicago had a distinct smell to him upon
exiting the airport, I felt overall that this city is doing a pretty good job
at dressing to impress.
Naturally, one cannot go
to Chicago without trying pizza, and as a Jersey girl it wasn’t just a ‘Should
do’ it was a ‘Must do’. We ate dinner at Giordano’s, and though I’ll be
blogging about it eventually let me just say this; Chicago puts up a good fight
against New Jersey.*
*Don’t worry, Jersey. We still
win. You already knew that, I’m sure.
Jazz Showcase was a
solid ten-minute walk from Giordano’s. Any longer and this girl might’ve needed
a cab because as soon as the sun went down the spring tease we had been getting
all morning instantly transformed back into the brisk chill of winter.
Reviews of Jazz Showcase
said to get there early for good seats, so naturally we got there early….45
minutes early. In the NYC world, 45 minutes early usually means you will get a
good seat, but you might not be the first one there. In Chicago, it means you
are the first one there.* The trio was still practicing, so we waited in the
lobby with not only some of the staff of Jazz Showcase, but also the founder,
Joe Segal, who can be found in the same spot for every show, greeting his
guests as they arrive.
*It was Thursday, so
perhaps weekends are different.
The ten minute wait
before they opened the doors was worth it. There are two different pricings for
Jazz Showcase: $25 general seating, $35 reserved. We went for the $25 seating since
most of the reviews said that there isn’t really a bad seat in the house, but
that you should arrive on time to actually get a seat. They were right. We were
escorted in and told we could sit anywhere that didn’t have a ‘reserved’ sign.
Half a dozen tables at the front of the room had reserved signs, but the cozy, over-sized couch seating four in the middle of the room was sign-less.
As we settled into our
couch I was certain of two things: 1.) I was glad I had purchased the $25
tickets; 2.) I was glad we got there early.
Wouldn’t it have stunk
to have to sit on a boring ordinary chair for $10 more when there was an open opportunity
to sit on a comfy couch?
Going to a Jazz club
always spells love for me because Hubby has a deep, deep hate for the genre in
general. This always makes me sad because in another life I would have been a
jazz pianist, I’m sure.
Our entertainment for
the night was pianist Chuchito Valdes accompanied by bass and drums. I’m always
amazed at how these three instruments can blend to make such a smooth,
enjoyable sound. As a violinist, I’m fascinated by bass players. Most of the
time they aren’t the spotlight, but when they are they shine by covering the
neck of their instrument with stretches of their fingers I didn’t know were
humanely possible. Towards the end of the performance Valdes played a solo with
such a combination talent and emotion that the room was frozen for just that
moment in time, awestruck with the place he had taken us and the saddened stillness
he was able to convey.