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Chicago Again
May 17, 2009 10:25 PM
r. Vice, pH, chelsadilla and I headed down to Chicago this weekend to celebrate EiC's birthday and just generally hang out. It was a fun weekend. I'm completely fucking exhausted, but it was worth it.
Mr. Vice and pH headed down on Friday, and chelsadilla and I joined them on Saturday. Chelsadilla and I were staying at the same hotel everyone had stayed at during our last Chicago extravaganza, so it was convenient to get around.
Our first stop: IKEA. God, I love that place. The Chicago IKEA is, according to one of the employees we talked to, the largest in North America and the second-largest in the world. And it's awesome. Although I only actually bought a few jars and kitchen things, I bought a fuckload more in my head. And thought it would be pointless to buy nice stuff as long as I'm living in my current apartment--it could all get shot at any moment--I'm definitely upgrading once I move. My first purchase will be a king-size bed of the MALM variety. I can't wait. I'm gonna get the matching attached nightstands, too.
Eventually, we tired of the IKEA and headed down to the only place we could possibly meet EiC for her birthday in Chicago: Salud. I had promised chelsadilla that I wouldn't get "pukey drunk," and I kept that promise. But that doesn't mean that I didn't have an amazing time. Also, the staff at Salud must have somehow captured a full herd of unicorns because unicorn tears as a secret ingredient is the only possible way to explain how the mango mojitos were so unbelievably good.
After getting good and buzzed, we left Salud and headed to a quieter divey diner-type place. We ordered two batches of tater tots and were crushed when the waiter came back and told us that the kitchen had just closed so no tots for us. We were devastated, but we ordered High Lifes, anyway. We started talking about lots of things--pH was talking about baseball while EiC and I discussed the pitiful state of American grammar--when two plates of tater tots magically appeared. We all squeeled with glee--apparently the kitchen had taken pityon us or something.
All good things must end, though, and Saturday night (actually, Sunday morning) ended with pH, Mr. Vice, chelsadilla, and I on the Blue Line heading towards O'Hare, where our hotel was. Conversation was good, and plans were made. And, to my complete surprise, those plans went off without a hitch the next morning: we got our shit together and, after picking up Bluebunny and Nnnnnn, headed to the Museum of Science and Industry.
It was overall slightly disappointing, but there were some really, really awesome exhibits. I especially loved the Harry Potter thing, the giant miniature-train setup, and, surprisingly, the amazing doll house. I didn't care for the internet room or the "ToyMaker 3000" area which, contrary to the impression created by the name, is not at all fun.
We topped the whole thing off with a meal at Boston Market, which is no longer available in Madison, and headed back. Now I'm looking through the IKEA webpage for more things to buy for my new apartment. God, I can't wait to move!


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We have the Malm, in Queen size. It is a glorious piece of furniture.
Are you serious? That's awesome! I was looking for reviews, and they were mixed--one guy really liked it, and another guy really hated it. The guy that hated said that it was really uncomfortable and I thought "Hey, isn't comfort really more a function of the mattress than the frame?"
Do you guys have a box spring on it?
Box springs? No, no. The whole point of the slat-style bed is that you don't need box springs.
As for the bed being uncomfortable, that guy is a moron. Beds are but a frame to hold the mattress; the mattress is what determines comfort. I am willing to bet that this guy bought the IKEA mattress that they offer to fit the MALM, when everyone knows IKEA mattresses are shit.
Buy a good mattress to put in that stylish frame, and you'll have a comfortable and aesthetically pleasing bed.