Cloud Gate

It is nearly midnight. I am in a hotel room in Chicago, starving and trying to figure out where the room service menu is. As much as I would like to walk outside on the Magnificent Mile to locate a deep dish pizza or two, it is raining cats and dogs out and snow is expected later. This is my second time in the Windy City and Sasha's first (well, she was a foetus the last time we were here). My favourite thing to do in Chicago? Just walking around the Cloud Gate...wishing I had one at home. If I win the lottery, I would buy it (commissioning Anish Kapoor would be too easy) and put it in my garden. It would be mother of all garden ornaments non? In line with my "what would I buy if I am richer than Oprah" train of thought, I sometimes also ask myself where I would choose to live if I were this power hungry superpower who somehow ran the world. The last time it was Medici Palace I think...with the David as my bedside sculpture. When I dream, I dream big.

We are here to have a sort of family reunion. Dr C is here for the American Heart Association meetings. I will be meeting D's half brother and his two daughters for the first time ever, and D's sister will also be here with her family. We are spending the day together tomorrow then back our seperate ways. Should be an interesting day.