Okay, we’re in a rental car on the way to Crawfordsville, Indiana. Now, I have a moment to talk about piracy. When the Cubs game was over, we shuffled out. There’s no other way to describe it- the crowd moved at a shuffle, not a walk or a stroll. We shuffled right up to Murphy’s Bleachers, a spot we learned about on our last visit to Wrigleyville, but since there was a stream of people flowing in the door and nobody leaving, we kept walking. Too crowded. In fact, everything nearby was too crowded. We walked a bit down the road, found a spot that sold margaritas and the Americanized version of Mexican food, and we had a seat to plan out our next moves.
We made our way back to the train, then to a bus, then to the Navy Pier. We spent a moment at a rooftop bar, then grabbed a few street tacos on the way to the boarding location. We had to be there 15 minutes early to board the Tall Ship Windy for the Pirates Pub Sail. The staff was appropriately pirate-ish in its attire, and the ship looked the part. We boarded and waited for departure, then we got our complimentary rum drinks. There was a moment when the crew asked for volunteers who wanted to hoist the mizzen sail. Cas and several others complied, and I volunteered to film him doing it. By the time the sail really got going, though, it looked a lot like Cas was doing it himself. He said it wasn’t Haaarrrd. Yar!
The ship had a DJ, an addition to the crew that I found entirely unnecessary. He played a few sea shanties, which were fun and silly, but he moved on to songs blended with other songs- Fleetwood Mac with a hop hop beat. Eurythmics with whatever pop princess that was- it was just not very good, but we were encouraged about a dozen times to come and dance, and we were also instructed to follow him on Instagram. The trip would have been a bit better if we’d given the speakers the old heave ho.
Regardless, the view was pretty spectacular. It was a two hour sail with a look back at the city, and we were there for it. It almost got chilly toward the end of the voyage, as we wrapped it up around 11. It’s hard to wrap my brain around chilly weather in July. I guess I am a real Texan, after all.
When that was done, we were, too. We took a bus back to a train station, and after a little bit of maneuvering, we were back to our hotel.
This morning, we had a bagel sandwich from a really neat shop near our car rental spot- The Chicago Bagel Authority was good food, made quickly to a soundtrack of Metallica and Black Sabbath, which we did not expect. We’re on the path to see my dad’s side of the family, now, but I wanted to backtrack and tell you about Cas’ favorite moment from the game. I had him dictate it to me, so these are his exact words:
There was a moment in the top of the eighth- the Cubs were leading 4-3 and St. Louis was batting. They got the bases loaded with one out. They brought out a designated hitter, and you could just feel the tension- and almost dread in the air as St. Louis was about to take the lead. Then, he hit a grounder that the shortstop got to in mid-stride as he went to tag second, then he whipped it over to first for a double play, and the crowd went berserk. It was just something about the tension in the air and the heroic save.
So there it is, Cas’ favorite moment from yesterday at Wrigley. I wanted to get his voice in here, as he tells it so well.
We’re driving past cornfields and so much green. We just passed as sign for a buffalo viewing area. We’re in Indiana, all right. So, for now, have a look at our photo album, and we’ll catch up later. https://tinyurl.com/DunlapChicago
No comments:
Post a Comment