On Saturday my husband and I rode our bikes downtown to the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre at Navy Pier. With the temperature at a relatively balmy 18 degrees, the 13 mile round-trip was quite nice. We saw Macbeth, a stunningly modern and sexy production (In high school I won a Shakespeare recitation contest with a Lady Macbeth monologue – the difference here is that when I said, “Come to my woman’s breasts and take this milk for gall,” I did not get on my knees and take my top off).
Biking downtown to see a play, ballet, opera, or concert makes all sort of sense.
With our bikes, we got free parking right outside the door. So much better than the alternative, paying $23 to park a car in the garage.
While we were inside, it started snowing again and continued to snow for the entire ride home – big, happy, fluffy flakes. We stopped in a small neighborhood Italian place for dinner, to refuel on red wine and pasta. The excitement there happened when a guy walked in alone, obviously drunk, and yelled, “Drinks for everyone! Drinks on the house!” Then the old guy who owns the place starting yelling at him, “Leave right now; get out; there’s an Irish bar across the street!” Good times.
In an attempt to think through the helmet situation (to wear or not to wear), instead of wearing one automatically, I only wore my helmet for the one mile trip through side streets each way. During most of the trip we were on the lake front bike path, so I swapped the helmet for a knit hat.