And of course by LSD I am referring to Lake Shore Drive. It was closed this morning for some damn bike thing. Fucking environmentalists. Get a car! Took me like an hour to get to the loop on going up State Street.

So, the reason why I was going downtown is because my Shannababe is here with me. She came up for a psychology conference with her professor, but is really just staying with me and rocking out. She had (has) a huge desire to see Chicago in a kind of landmark to landmark way - a way I would never in a million years do on my own. I'm too lazy and cynical.

Today, despite my "it will probably be kinda dumb" protests, we went to the Maxwell Street Market. Holy. Shit. Earrings (crappy, but way pretty) for a dollar a pair, two dollar (way fake) pearl ring, $9 (a little steeper than I'd like, but I really needed them) for shit tons of fun socks, and best of all, bras - 4 for $10. I was not sure at first...I mean, bras? At a street market? Not totally cool. But they were clearly brand new, had perfectly intact tags, and we just kind of figured if we wash them first, how bad can it really be? Plus they are really awesome bras. I still feel kind of weird, but I think I'll get over it.

There was a table selling nothing but toilet paper. Just, unwrapped rolls of toilet paper. Now that is something I don't think I'd be able to get over.

There were two really spectacular booths though, which I just had to capture on film:

Scissors:


and tape:



Amazing.

Labels: cheap stuff, chicago, LSD, scissors, shanna, tape