Almost VIP Scene

I forgot about one other aspect of our Chicago trip.  On Saturday, we met up with Elena's friend, Mike, from Omaha that happened to be visiting Chicago the same weekend.  It turns out that he and his wife, Kalen, stayed with his buddy the night before (and were supposed to the whole weekend) and he was just a horrendous host and really weird.  There was some sort of happenings on Saturday morning as well so Mike decided they were getting the hell out there and staying at a hotel.  He has another buddy of his get online and reserve a room (turns out it was $300 cause the Chicago marathon was taking place Sunday) for them.  They got to the hotel and they did not have them down for a room.  Mike, of course, was pissed and did not want to deal with anymore bullshit at this point so he sort of flipped (also turns out that the room had already been charged to them but there was no record at the hotel for some reason), telling the front desk people that this was shittiest weekend they had ever had so far and now this, yada, yada, yada.  Well, they were like we are so sorry, this hotel is booked, we will stay with you until we can find another room for you.  Get this...they put them up in a "spa" room at the new Trump Towers Hotel, which is $2000 per night.  Not bad, huh?

Mike is telling us this over drinks at the Trump Towers hotel bar, Rebar, where I was going to get a glass of wine until I realized the cheapest glass was $16.  Yep, $16.  I settled for a glass of cold sake for $10, a bit more manageable.  Anyway, so we get the story and are having a good time.  We part after the one drink cause Elena and I are hung over and are just going to catch the 8:35 train back to Deerfield and stay in for the night (plus, all of our money was gone at that point) and Mike and Kalen had to make their 8:30 dinner reservations.  Mike has a cigarette out front of the hotel (I bummed one...I know...but the pack that I have has lasted through two drinking weekends and I believe that only about 8 cigs have been smoked over that time period), Kalen runs up to the room cause she forgot her camera, she gets back down, we say our goodbyes and Elena and I walk away.  Come to find out, right after we left them, 50 Cent and his entourage show up out front!  Well, shit!  That would have been the icing on our VIP cake.  Not that I like 50 Cent or anything but, hey, two celebs in two days...and that close...V.I.P...I'm not saying, I'm just saying...