Phew, they’re gone … now we can run around in our underpants again!

Our visit with Luis V. and Becky F. over the weekend came to a close on Sunday. We had an excellent time, and despite the heat, we were able to pack in some solid sightseeing.

You can read about the first couple days here.

On Saturday, Becky asked if we wouldn’t mind driving out to Oak Park to hunt for some rascally Frank Lloyd Wright homes. It ended up being easier and more fun than I thought.

Wright homes are gorgeous and inspiring to look at. Becky found a sweet iPhone app that helped map and identify the homes. It also gave similar descriptions to ones you might hear if you paid for the tour.

On our way to Oak Park, we drove through some of the roughest looking neighborhoods I’ve seen.

At one point I said, “I’ll let everyone know when you have to duck from gun fire.”

It was shadyland.

Becky’s and Luis’s hanging meal — if you will — was dining at a restaurant called The Pump Room located in the Public hotel of Chicago’s uppity Gold Coast. The restaurant and hotel were recently renovated under the creative eye of Interior Designer Ian Schrager, whom Tina and I recently heard speak at one of our jobs.

Schrager is known for many accomplishments, but Studio 54 is one of the most impressive.

Note: hanging meals are what Tina and I call the meal before leaving each other for a while. While other people believe heaven is supernatural, we believe heaven is together. So while we’re apart, it’s hell. Time apart is a metaphor for an execution of sorts. So the hanging meal is the last major meal before temporary separation. It also applies to good friends.

After dinner, we unbuttoned our top pants buttons or loosened our dress straps, drove back to our place, leashed up Talulah and walked to the lake front, where Talulah desperately wanted to go for a dip in the water.

Should she have escaped my white-knuckled grip on the leash, I would have gladly pushed Luis in after her.


We got back to the house, talked till the Great Yawn Coup d’état of July 7, 2012 and called it a night.

Sunday, we sent the New Yorkers packing, said our adieus and cried the rest of the day.

Not really.

Great visit and memories made. Now that’s a way to spend a weekend.




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