In honor of heading home for the holidays… 12 signs you were born and raised in the Chicago suburbs:
1. You have a photo of yourself being knighted at Medieval Times.
Or crowned princess on your birthday, in my case. Nothing like slipping back in time and investigating ancient torture methods before cheering on the black and white checkered knight as he conquered the evil green knight in an epic jousting match. Let’s not forget the whole eating with your hands element, either.
2. The last Metra train determined when you had to close out your tab.
And missing that last train meant a very expensive cab ride home from the city. You also knew that open containers were totally cool aboard the train, and necessary since Chicago cocktails were triple the price of your local Main Street bar. Let the train pre-game begin!
3. All your major life events were celebrated at Colonial.
Or whatever your local diner happened to be. Dance recitals, school musicals, graduations, etc. all ended with a Kitchen Sink at Colonial. Not only did you get to celebrate your accomplishments with a 6-scoop ice cream sundae served in a miniature kitchen sink, you also got to walk away with a bumper sticker to prove you’re a fat ass.
4. You have at least one photo of yourself crying at Six Flags Great America.
All right, maybe not every Chicago suburbanite hates walking around amusement parks in drenched denim as much as I do, but they definitely have made the trek to Gurnee at some point in their lives. One ride on the Viper’s 25-year-old wooden track (forward or backward) and you’ll be doubting your sanity for years to come.
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omg! I always say that “I’m from Chicago” but NONE of these other statements apply to me! I guess I have to start saying that I come from Lombard… but who would know where in the world that is… Indeed, living in Paris, I love getting Europeans’ images of Chicago…(mainly relating to with corruption, mafia, guns, prohibition…)