Thursday, June 30th: Watching "My Best Friend's Wedding," left me both frustrated at the whole comedic genre and antsy. First of all, why has modern comedy been reduced to this make-believe world where no character can see through thinly-veiled motives and obvious furtive glances? To create moments of comedy seems to involve more suspension of disbelief than the dubious Chicago filming which had Cameron Diaz swerve to exit the northbound on Lake Shore Drive by McCormick Place and end up on a southbound exit ramp in River North by the Drake Hotel. Nobody, NOBODY in real life would be fooled by the kind of stuff used in a movie like My Best Friend's Wedding to create laughs. Why do we tolerate it?
After this movie, I needed to get out of my apartment, so I headed north on the lake front path on my bike. Around McCormick place, as it happens, I saw across the water a grassy, pleasant looking area that I've never been to before. I decided to go far enough north to where there was a bridge across the harbor and then try to make my way over. Turns out you have to go as far north as the planetarium, and the trick (which I almost didn't see) is get off the path right past the firemen/policemen memorials where the path dips down and you go through those small tunnels to end up at the aquarium. You want to be going over those tunnels instead and east to the planetarium. From there there are clear signs to Northerly Island, the park that I had seen.
Turns out, Northerly Island is fantastic! Incredible views of the city and the lake, a really great sculpture installation, and, frankly, not a lot of people. A space like that around, say, Oak Street Beach would be filled to capacity. But here there were just a few other cyclists and some kids running around with their parents. I'm absolutely make this a future picnic spot. Maybe even for 4th of July fireworks!
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