The word "eclectic" comes to mind when mentioning Forest Park. From Ugg wearing yuppyites that have moved from Lincoln Park to tattooed, trailer connoisseurs that known their way around a Harley, this place has it all. At 12:30 p.m. we find ourselves at House Red, chatting with our favorite wine guru and selecting a pinot gris. At 12:50 we purchased a $2.00 Miller Lite "to go" from the wood paneled bar next door. The street was full of characters, all celebrating St. Patrick with gusto. Most had been celebrating hours before the parade. The torrential downpour as the parade ended sent the festivities back indoors. The local bar owners were doing a rain-dance, guaranteed. Don't let the pictures above fool you. She may look aloof and disinterested, if not bored by the crazy man in make-up but Ella enjoyed it all. The sirens, the female bagpipers, the beads and the local flavor.
p.s. Is it me or do the pictures above really solidify the notion that clowns are scary?
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