Flew out of Winnipeg to Chicago yesterday. After the frigid cold of Winnipeg, Chicago seems positively warm to me. Can't believe I'm saying this, but I kinda miss all the snow and frosty air :p
Anyway, am currently in the Harold Washington Chicago Public Library. It's a huge establishment, almost the size of the Supreme Court back home. Really nice place. They've got this massive computer room which I'm in right now, a museum and of course, millions of books. Interesting observation: when Lem and I waled pass yesterday, there were like 20 people lining up outside to get in the library the moment it opens its doors. We realised that they were mostly homeless people wanted to seek shelter and uh, use the internet. The guy before me kept going back to the librarian to complain that his account wasn't working, and they librarian snapped at him and said it must be because of the websites he's visiting.
Anyway to recount some of the highlights of Winnipeg:
Meeting our Ambassadors, who were all really sweet. They took us cosmic bowling, which is basically bowling in this glow in the dark aleey with teeny balls. We went shopping, walnut hunting, boozing, and a night out at the bar, which is kinda like Zouk back home. Oh yeah, that's where Terence spent all our money buying rounds of shots for everyone -_-''
Had mild food poisoning on the first day after this creepy sandwich from the Delta Winnipeg hotel, so I spent the first day pretty much out and puking out stuff. Thankfully, I recovered soon enough and was able to have fun, heh.
Mike bought us all shot glasses to take home after we finished drinking from them, but uh I guess we were so hammered, we just left them in his room. Uh, the stuff he gave us was kinda potent though, and reallyreally spicy. The bar had way tamer stuff, so even though Lem and I had about 12 shots bewteen us, we still pretty ok at the end of the night. Same can't be said of jy though. Haha, he was so gone, but yeah, the four of us had fun. Especially T! Our Sarong Party Boy. Oh man, that guy is one hardcore party animal. I'm such an old geezer, I'm usually pretty tired by 2 am and I can't party 2 nights in a row. I remember there was this one night we were supposed to get to a party at midnight or something, and T tried to wake me up, but I was so shacked I totally did not respond. Good on me. Too much partying ruins your complexion anyway :)
Managed to find a church in Winnipeg, Catholic, but better than nothing you know. Went in for mass for a while, but L wanted out and I didn't really know what the guy was talking about, so we left after a while. Had to settle for TV evangelists. Kidding lar.
Anyway, am making plans for Broadway! Toss up between Jersey Boys and Wicked, but I have an inkling of the one we'll ultimately be catching. :p
Tons of pictures which I'll upload on Facebook once I get home.
