This past weekend was definitely one for the books! In a span of 48 hours Marc and I traveled to Chicago, almost died from heat stroke, came within 150 feet of the Chicago Blackhawks, bowled with friends, went to dinner, and had our friends then scare the crap out of Marc for a surprise birthday bash.
It started at 4am on Friday morning. I am a DIEHARD Blackhawks fan. I love the game of hockey. So when the Chicago Blackhawks won & got to bring Lord Stanley home, I knew I would be at that parade.
Flashback: 3 years ago when they won I was crushed that I couldn’t be attending the madness in Chicago we like to call a “Blackhawks parade”. So I promised myself that of they won again I would be there without even thinking twice.
So Marc, being the amazing boyfriend that he is, woke up early and drove to Chicago. We boarded the redline a little before 7am and made our way downtown. After walking around, we finally found the sea of red.
We had been trying to come up with a plan all morning of where we wanted to set up camp, but when we saw all of the people we decided we would just make our way to the rally site & stay there. When I saw all of the people…. I thought the chances of getting good seats were next to none. But when the gates opened, Marc looked at me and said “Ready to sprint?” We took off running through Grant Park like a bunch of crazed people running from zombies. But after the longest mile or MORE of life we had reached our destination… && had AWESOME spots!
But to our dismay, it was only 8:10, people were closing in, the sun was getting hotter, and we still had nearly FOUR hours before the rally even began.
People started passing out, the CFD were taking fans out on stretchers…the heat was getting the best of them. And I was dying of thirst. Thinking you couldn’t take a bag into the rally with you, I had nothing to drink, and the only thing I had in my system was a few sips of coffee & a donut.
Thankfully the CFD pulled off a heroic movement and brought 4 wheelers loaded up with bottled water. It was crazy, but so glad they did this- otherwise I may have been one of those weak fans on a stretcher.
Finally the parade started and we watched it on the big screens from Grant Park. As the minutes literally ticked by, it finally reached 11:30 and anticipation was starting the get the best of us. The players snuck around the back of the stage and roars of cheering and chants fled the rally site.
Here are a few of my favorite moments of the rally:
– Jim Cornelison singing the national anthem
– The voices behind the radio being announced
– Patrick Sharp speaking to the crowd (swoon)
– Corey Crawford getting the belt
– And Chelsea Dagger playing and the entire sea of red singing along
It was amazing day that I can finally check off my bucket list. Thank you Blackhawks for bringing the cup back to Chicago.
Sorry, I rambled, but the rest of the weekend was amazing, too!
Saturday was a whirlwind of activities. We met some friends and went bowling, where I found out I am not as good as I thought I was, and Marc was a lot better than he thought he was. I finally broke 100 on my third game. It was terrible!
Bowling was followed by a belated birthday dinner for Marc at Seasons 52. I told him all day we had to go at 7:30. He had no idea, but I had been planning a surprise party for him. It had been in the works for about 2 weeks, and our friend were set to arrive between 8-830. So I had to make sure Marc was out of the house.
Once we arrived to Seasons 52, we found out that it was packed. When they told us it would be an hour wait, I about fainted, but luckily, after about 30 minutes, we snuck into a bar table. We had been pondering our order while we were waiting, so as soon as we sat down, we were ready to roll. Marc and I literally scarfed down our food in 20 minutes, and were walking out by 9. PERFECT!
I texted my friend to let her know we were on our way. I was so giddy to get Marc home. As he unlocked the door, all of his friends were standing in the dark and screamed “SURPRISE!” Marc about shat himself. He was so surprised, and I think walked around in shock for a solid minute. It turned into a fabulous night with friends, drinks, and laughter….and a trip to Denny’s at 130 am. Classic.
Our weekend started with an early morning trip to Chicago and ended with a lazy day recuperating at home on Sunday. It was the best. And one that I will remember for sure.
Peace. Love. MEMORIES!