Wednesday, 25 February 2009

  • Dear Chicago, Die in a Fire.

    Oh wait, you tried that, and you fucked it up, too!

    Chicago, I used to love you. When I was a kid, my parents took me to visit you. It was love at first site. You had a ton of tall buildings, beaches, had a ton of ethnic neighborhoods, and overall, you were just bigger than St. Louis. I decided right then and there that this was where I wanted to live. However, this past weekend, I realized something. You're too old for me.

    You see, Chicago, This weekend was Mardi Gras, and you did nothing but disappoint. I spent all weekend wishing I was back in St. Louis, getting wasted on the streets of the Soulard neighborhood. Mardi Gras is about drinking booze and seeing boobs. I used to think that that was what America was about, Chicago, so I don't understand why an entire city can look at this holiday and say "meh," when it's so clearly American. Is our freedom really worth defending if people don't properly exercise it?

    Anyway, I can accept that you don't have a Mardi Gras parade, I don't like it, but I accept it. I also came to terms with the fact that you have ZERO street parties, I guess none of the neighborhoods have the right cultural backgrounds for it. But something today just ticked me off.

    I, being from St. Louis, home of the second largest Mardi Gras celebration in the nation, have accumulated a large amount of Mardi Gras beads from the many times I've been to the parades and parties. I have A LOT of them. So, because Mardi Gras is one of my most favorite holidays ever, second only to Halloween, I wore them. Just because you don't celebrate doesn't mean I'm not going to, Chicago. I am not joking when I say nearly everyone I encountered all day asked me why I was wearing Mardi Gras beads. Not one of them stopped to think the obvious, that maybe I was wearing them because it WAS Mardi Gras. When I explained this obviousness, I got the same "It is?" from almost everyone. I suppose I can understand not knowing about it, when pretty much no one here celebrates it, but what I can't understand are the few people that responded with, "What's Mardi Gras?"

    Fuck you, Chicago. Fuck you and your street parties (or lack thereof). Your pride and joy is St. Patricks day, but...

    St. Louis does that better, too!

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