Chicago 2014 – Day Eight: A Shopaholic’s Paradise

Shopping Shenanigans

Ah, the eighth day in the Windy City, and what better way to celebrate than with a good ol’ shopping spree? Today, Julie, Elle, Joshua, Michele, and yours truly embarked on a mission to keep the American economy afloat, one purchase at a time. With two shopping malls and a sports superstore on our agenda, we were armed and dangerous with credit cards and an insatiable appetite for retail therapy.

Shoe Frenzy

Step aside, Imelda Marcos, because we all strutted away with fresh kicks. From snazzy sneakers to classy loafers, we indulged our feet in footwear galore. And let me tell you, we rocked those pavements like runway models, much to the envy of passing pigeons.

Michele’s Retail Extravaganza

Now, if there’s one thing Michele knows how to do, it’s spend money like it’s going out of fashion. Abercrombie and Fitch? Check. Pandora? Double check. Michele practically financed their next fiscal year single-handedly. But hey, who are we to judge? After all, it’s Michele’s world; we’re just living in it.

Lunch in the Sun

After burning through enough cash to make Scrooge McDuck blush, we treated ourselves to a delightful alfresco lunch at the Cheesecake Factory. Picture this: sun-kissed cheeks, delectable dishes, and laughter that echoed across the bustling streets of Chicago. It was the perfect pit stop to refuel before our evening escapades.

Adulting in Chicago

With bellies full and wallets considerably lighter, we geared up for a night on the town. A car was booked for 19:30 sharp, whisking us away to the legendary Buddy Guy’s Legends for a taste of authentic Chicagoan Blues. And let me tell you, there’s nothing quite like swaying to the rhythm of soulful melodies in the heart of the city.

Early Blog Bird Catches the Hangover Worm

And here I am, folks, delivering this blog post before the night’s debauchery ensues. Consider it my pre-emptive strike against the impending hangover. Fear not, dear readers, for tomorrow’s update shall reveal the aftermath of our nocturnal exploits. Until then, stay cheeky, stay charming, and keep those credit cards handy.