We woke up to bright sunshine, ate in the hotel, and then took an architecture cruise on the Chicago River
In provided a great view of many great buildings:
― William Shakespeare, The Tempest
Lunch was at the Russian Tea Room.
I spoke Russian with our server, and she said I did well. (Thanks, Daniil!)
Our tickets from the rainout are good for the makeup, on Aug 24, so we decided to buy tickets for Tuesday’s game there at the box office. We took the Red Line to Addison, walked over to the friendly confines, and found a box office. AX worked, and tickets we entered the icon. A stop for tee-shirts, and we found our way to section 35, row 7: six rows from the field (some of the action was in row 6 in our section.)
The newly won Stanley Cup was brought onto the field and lifted. (These were supposed hockey players, but i doubt it: no fights broke out!)
The folks around us Enjoyed the game, if you know what I mean, and I think you do.
The man seated next to me is from Avon Ohio- right next to Avon Lake: file under small world).
We returned on the Red Line and had Irish whiskey in Kitty O’Shea’s (hotel pub) to celebrate Bloomsday.
N.B.: What is Bloomsday? Read Ulysses, by James Joyce. Test on Monday.
All in all, not a bad day…
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