Yes, all of the above happened in one jam packed weekend in Chicago.
My mother turned 60 on June 6th and I've been waiting for 32 years to be able to pull one over on her. If you know her, she is a big time jokester and I've endured many jokes in my lifetime. The plan was for mom, Rachel (sister-in-law) and I to have a "girls" weekend in Chicago. Little did she know...a few other people would be joining in on the weekend fun.
Dinner Thursday night was at Morton's and I had a private dining room scheduled with all of her friends and family (sister's-in-law, sister,etc) anxiously awaiting to suprise her. The door opened and after seeing all of her close friends/family...eyes wide open she said "shit, shit, shit...#$*&, #$*&, #$*&" then proceeds with "You were adopted...we did good" (looking at me). The night was a hit with everyone roasting mom and drinking the night away!
Everyone stayed at the Westin Michigan Avenue hotel, which is beautiful and a perfect location. Friday consisted of lunch, naps, shopping then cocktails and hors'dervs at Meg's place. An absolutly adorable condo in Lincoln Park! The real entertainment started at 10:30 when we arrived at Baton for the drag show. We had many drag show virgins and a few alums (yes, I am a drag show alum) but everyone had a fantastic time drinking and tipping the entertainers. We were all riled up after the show that we went to English to dance to the wee morning hours, a recommendation from Sasha in the show. It was a packed, hot, awesome bar/dance club that we all enjoyed grooving to the music...yet another night to remember.
Saturday started with a chilly and wet Architecture tour on the boat. The tour itself was great but the weather quite honestly sucked...I really wasn't prepared for the drastic weather change from the day before. Once the boat ride was over we grabbed a burger to warm up and headed our seperate ways. Rachel and I shopped and napped while the other ladies walked to festivals, dressed as Chiquita banannas (I have yet to see a picture for proof) and had many laughs. Dinner reservations were at Carmines on Rush at 8. We arrived and headed to the bar for...wait for it...a drink! We got a nice table upstairs in the middle of a dining room overlooking Rush Street. In the middle of dinner, people in the resturant started getting out of their seats and looking out the windows, well not people, everyone. So we all did so too only to discover that there were about 300 people on Rush St. riding their bikes NAKED. Yes, butt a** naked bike riders. Some had body paint or other things covering areas but it was a sight to be seen. What a perfect ending to wild weekend.
