A (Bath)room with a View

Planning to break up with your significant other at a bar while under the intoxicating effects of liquor seems like a decision worthy of a Darwin award. But despite what seems like an obvious danger, I’ve managed to see one young couple after the other during my travels pull the cord in these drinking holes " I must just be really bad luck.

 

One of my travel-mates and I happened to be on a freelance assignment in Chicago " her word for throwing back a half-dozen Signature martinis if you ask us " at the Signature Lounge at the 96^th. Perched near the top of the John Hancock Center, the lounge isn’t much to look at, but it’s one of the only bars in Chicago with views rivaling the much more famous Willis Tower.

 

It must have been the third dirty Gibson down when we saw two trendy young professionals come in together…but they didn’t leave that way.

 

As the girlfriend stared in awe at the stunning skyline, her crafty boyfriend stepped back towards a large mural that features a timeline of well-known Chicago events.

 

He started taping little notes against the mural, and in less than a minute was done " or so it seemed " until he darted off to the women’s bathroom with ninja-like acumen.

 

Pretending to stretch the legs, I was able to check out the mural before Post-a-Note Ninja directed his lady to the wall, who plucked them off one by one with an ever-growing smile on her face.

 

The first one read: “June 28^th you and I met.”

The second: “July 4^th we kissed beneath the fireworks.”

Then: “September 30^th, we went to Hawaii and made passionate love on the beach.”

And the final: “Go to the bathroom.”

 

The girl proceeded to Signature’s restroom, which boasts an incredible view in its own right that lets women powder their noses while looking down them at Chicago.

 

As soon as she entered, said beau darted for the elevator, stepping in right before the lift doors closed and the bathroom doors opened " and girlfriend charged out with a ballistic mixture of rage and sorrow on her face.

 

I sent in my friend " who luckily was of the appropriate gender " to see what all the fuss was about. And there, taped against the glorious view, was one more note:

 

“Sorry, I’m going back to dudes. They’re more attentive. Later.” 

 

Daniel Hogan is a writer at Party Earth - a global media and entertainment company that publishes reviews and listings of the best social experiences around the world including: bars in Paris, pubs in London, beaches in Ibiza, plazas in Rome, parks in New York, festivals and concerts everywhere, and more.