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bunnies on their plates
Amanda and I whiled away the afternoon, first with a conversation on a bench in the Chicago Art Institute’s entrance hall, and then by chasing down a handful of artsy-hipster shops that all sold versions of roughly the same set of succulents, whimsical jewelry, cute (but probably useless) hand-thrown ceramics, and designer clothing items that were presented more as curated “pieces” than a stack of jeans.
Then we took a nap. Because that’s what happens when you go to sleep at 4am and then have to get up for brunch at the crack of dawn. (Here “crack of dawn” means 11am.)
After napping, we headed out for dinner at Sunda, a lively pan-Asian restaurant with delicious potstickers and sushi rolls before landing at the watertower for the main event: theatre!
It was a new play called Mr & Mrs Pennyworth. The basic concept was a pair of married storytellers who go in search of a giant monster who killed the Big Bad Wolf (of fairy tale fame). The story was told delightfully with only the two actors and lots of gorgeous shadow animation and puppetry. The simple tale wove together themes of storytelling, love, and what it means to be real. I loved it.
Fortunately there was a great late-night dessert cafe just down the street. So we settled in with a slice of caramel pie and a glass of milk to discuss the play (and everything else) until bedtime.