Just Another Merchandise Mart Monday

Today, the tempventures continue.  I have been placed at KimballOffice, during NeoCon, the world's trade show. Or really, what seems to be a gathering of office furniture designers. My job? Answer a phone that may or may not actually be connected to anything because it has failed to ring yet.  Not that I'm complaining about being paid to surf the internet or anything.  

In an attempt to keep myself boredom free without napping under the desk, I'm going to revisit my weekend and recount the memories.  Voila! Enjoy!

Friday, I was able to see a friend perform at the Chicago Blues Festival in Grant Park.  Fernando Jones and the Columbia College Blues Ensemble performed on the Mississippi Juke Joint Stage and was pretty fantastic.  Nothing like a little Al Green to loosen up my carpel tunnel.  I found it humorous that a list of prohibited items included illegal substances alongside coolers, alcohol and  dogs. 

As a lover of all things covered in barbecue sauce, I attended Chicago's Ribfest this past weekend.  Also attending Ribfest was the entire rest of Chicago, successfully morphing the street festival into a standing-room-only situation.  After tasting several of Chicago's best rib samplers, I found the best ribs in the city.  Mrs. Murphy's & Sons Irish Bistro offered hands down the best ribs of the day.  Many ribs were falling off the bone, but these were melting off.  So melty and doused in whiskey marmalade barbecue sauce that they required to be eaten with forks.  I definitely went back for more meat when the rest of my friends opted for pina coladas served inside a real pineapple. 

After Saturday struggled to be sunshine-filled without raining or getting too cold, Sunday was beautiful.  Lucky me, to have a friend that not only owns a boat at Montrose Harbor, but also invites me on it! I spent a lazy day floating about with the sunshine skyline in full view and a cold beer in my hand!  Who knew Miller made cans with a top that can be opened, closed, and opened again.  I hardly spilled any beer on myself when we reached our top speed of 12 miles per hour. 

Eventually I ate my weight in hummus and passed out due to the overexposure to sunshine and alcoholic beverages, only to wake up at precisely the time I should have left for the train. Success.