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My dad is coming to visit. From July second to the thirteenth. If you haven't heard me gush about my dad you need to know that A. he's my hero and B. he lives on a small island in the middle of the Gulf of Alaska and C. he rarely leaves that island. So. I'm taking suggestions of Superfun Things to Do with My Dad Who Doesn't Usually Hang Out in Chicago/Cities/Places with Any Sort of Technological Advancement, etc. I've got tickets to Ravinia, and Wicked at the Ford Auditorium. What else?
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It's so touristey and overdone, but I still recommend everyone taking their PU's (parental units) to Blue Man Group. It's mainstream enough not to terrify them too much, and just "wierd" enough to let them think they've been let in on some secret. Also, being a father myself - i think one of the coolest things I could ever do with my daughter would be for both of us to go on a bike ride along the lakefront. You could ride for a while, stop for a while and look at the skyline, maybe bring a picnic or show him some little place to get a sandwich - something totally memorable in my book, for sure. Two cents, please.
Posted by: huxley | May 15, 2005 10:03 AM
Two cents: my dad has visited me (count 'em) two times in the ten years I've lived in Chicago, and the FIRST place I took him was Blue Man! I'd seen it twice before (once in New York back when it had just started. I was walking down the street with two guys in drag--looking back now, I don't remeber WHY they were in drag. That's an important detail, don'tcha think?--and some girl asked us if we wanted to see a show for free 'cause they needed to fill the house for press night. That was Blue Man, waaaay back int he day) but the third time, when i took my dad, I sat there for the two hours and watched HIM watch THEM. Best time I had, hands down!
The lake is a great idea, I think. I get nervous, 'cause if I say, "Look at my city! Look at the lake!" he can say, "Oh YEAH? I got an OCEAN!" Not like he'd ever do that, but I think I feel this pressure to show him all these new crazy city things, instead of just the city, every day stuff which he's probably more interested in. 'Cause it's my life. And I'm his kid. You know what I mean? I have to remember that--so, yes, I'll take you suggestion and go to the lake (probably on foot, so the dog can come).
I don't know a lot of girls who have good relationships with their dad. I mean, they're GOOD, but, now that I'm an adult, my dad and I are friends just as much as father/daughter. I mention this because, Huxley, when I look at you and your little girl, I think she's really lucky. Lucky like I am. To have such a great dad.
Posted by: Megan | May 18, 2005 11:05 AM