July's Dynamic Finish, Act II

Scene 1: Wednesday

• listened to an incredible, free, Piano concert @ the Chicago Cultural Center , aka my favorite building in Chicago so far.  The pianist was extremely talented.  The music was classical and beautiful.
• went to our Wednesday night ritual, Man Night.  With a familiar "growth group" flare, us guys, usually Mogan and Chris (see picture), Raul and myself, sit down with some Mexican food and share a fraction of our present lives and struggles, followed by prayer.

Scene 2: Thursday

• Dave, an associate pastor of Missio Dei, offered to buy me some coffee and swap stories.  We went to a hip cafe called Ipsento.  (Tour Life guys, this is the place.  It's ready for you to come visit.)  In talking with Dave, my appreciation for this local church has grown.
• I visited the closest theatre to my apartment: The Chopin.  It has been owned by a Polish immigrant named Zygmundt, for 30 years.  He was delightful and gave me a tour of the entire building.  I will be looking for shows to audition for at the Chopin.
• At night, I traveled to Northwestern University (a prospective school, by the way) to watch my first musical in Chicago, Girls v. Boys.  It was so very, very good.

Scene 3: Friday

• Helped Rob, the photographer from Jantzen's wedding and my ride home, move to a new apartment.  First, Haha.  This story must begin with laughter, because it certainly didn't end that way.  Thursday night, Rob and I were texting salutations when I offered to help him with the move the following morning.  He was shocked, since we had only met a week earlier, but grateful for the help.  Friday morning, I showed up at Moody with a book and waited for Rob to return with the U-haul he went to pick up.  Minutes later, Rob returned.  No u-haul.  He said he visited two u-haul stores and both were completely empty.  Gosh, what happened to U-haul?  This recession must have hit them hard.  Um, no, we came to find out.  The last day of the calendar month hit them hard.  Everyone in the city was moving.  For the next 2 hours, we called EVERY, no kidding, EVERY truck rental place in Chicago: Penske, Budget, Ryder, Home Depot, and all remaining U-hauls. The response: No trucks.  Who would have thought that so many Chicagoans relocated on the last day of July?  Not us.  So, after our initial defeat, we decided to grab some food, to recharge and reorganize the battle plan.  At Lalo's Mexican Restaurant (supremely tasty Mexican food buffet for only $7), we decided that Rob would start taking smaller car loads, as I waited at Home Depot for a truck to be returned...which, was a long shot, but our only option, since Rob had to be out by midnight.  I cozied down with a book in front of the rental booth.  Rob left.  Out of pure pathos, I'm sure, the man behind the counter got on the phone and started calling all of the Chicago Home Depots, asking, "Hey man, do you got any trucks?"  After each call, I would glance up with a obligatory, "thanks for asking...again" nod.  Until..."hey, brotha, I got you a truck."  "Yeah?"  "Yeah, but you gotta go get it.  It's down town.  They'll hold it for 15 minutes."  "Thanks."  I was out the door and on the phone, calling Rob to come pick me up, so we can get on the freeway and claim our coveted flatbed.  Smoke shooting from his tires, Rob slowed down just long enough for me to get the door open and one foot in, then, woosh, up the street to the freeway entrance, a quick left, zero to sixty up the on-ramp and then---gridlock.  Welcome to Chicago.  We kissed bumpers and brake-lights all the way to our exit, but somehow got there in time.  They gave us the keys and we parked our flatbed in the Moody parking lot.  But the story does not end there.  The laughter had only just begun.  We enter the apartment building to find that the freight elevator is closed for servicing.  "NOOOO!"  we cry up to the fourth floor, as we size up the 2 sofas, 2 mattresses, and a bed frame, against the narrow stairwell.  It doesn't matter.  There's no other choice.  After lots of sweat and unthinkably weak forearms, we fill the U-haul with load #1.  Satisfied with our accomplishment, the laughter returned, accompanied by total unbelievability at the amount of obstacles we faced.  I guess the we ended with laughter after all.  Rob, it was a delight to adventure with you again.  
• Then, I went Swinging.  Although my arms were dead, I still had some leg power, which took me to Grant Park, where the Chicago SummerDance Festival was well underway.  Live music and lots of Swing Dancing filled my heart with utter joy as the sun set behind the gorgeous Chicago buildings.  I did have lots of fun, although, I truly missed dancing with the familiar friends from Fullerton.  I'll be seeing you all at Memories on September 14th.
  

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