People do not need much to be really happy. I need my family and food. In the mornings perhaps in the opposite order. Last week was full of great meals, music, Chicago and most importantly, Mannu and emm. As my sister put it, we were like rich people - taking long walks in parks and the zoo before noon, starting cocktail hours due time and spending nights at concerts. Those were true treats - first Doris got us to the sold out Snow Patrol night, then on Sunday we had one of the greatest Beethoven concerts ever, performed by the Chicago Philharmonic Orchestra. We spent Monday night at a Wicker Park piano bar that regularly hosts open mic evenings but as it turned out, we were not only the only foreigners there but also the only outsiders to a group of about 20 people of different age, sexual orientation and vocal range, all differing to extremes. By the end of the night and when our tab was high enough (after all, we were the only ones who could order a beer, the rest were unemployed musical singers), Mannu received a warm applause and an invitation to come back from some of the eccentrics there. We had a wonderful time.
Here is a photo reportage.
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