Chicago is a strange and wondrous city. Here are some of its charms and weirdnesses:
We arrived in the city and parked at a Starbucks for the purposes of internet-using. Upon leaving the coffee shop, we were waved to the side of the road by a police officer, who motioned for me to roll down the window. Then he said: “You’re wearing your seatbelt. Good.” And waved us along.
Secondly, in traffic news. Last night on the way to the motel, a minivan pulled to the side of the road in front of us and rolled down its window. We rolled down our window as well, mostly to say that we’re not jerks, but we don’t know our way around and can’t be helpful. Then the guy (or lady), who had the kind of androgynous mullet found on alien abduction victims, gave the “You’re dead!” index finger drag across the neck. That was creepy. Fortunately s/he did not torture or murder us at all.
Our show last night at Lincoln Lodge was cancelled, which was a bummer, but our show there tonight is still on! We hustled over to Iron Mic (a long-running open mike) near historic Wrigley Park. The comics were fun to hang out with and watch. It was a very Sally O’Briens-y vibe in that there were lots of comics who laughed at insidery stuff and were nice go guests and encouraged crazy people.
We got to roam around on Lakeshore Drive for a few miles, which was nice. It was like a big, sensible Storrow Drive. Chicago is so huge. I have literally no geographical understanding of it. Today I hope to see museums and finally gamble on a riverboat and maybe sneak into Bill Burr’s show tonight with some friendly Chicago comics.
Wish us luck!
Pictures soon, I promise.