Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Pillows are a Crime.
Chicago is quite the exciting city. Plenty of sights to be seen, fine restaurants to enjoy and odd people to watch (I enjoy people watching, what can I say). But when I went out this past weekend, one of my most anticipated sight was a pillow fight. Before you think it, no, it didn't include a group of sorority sisters jumping about in only their undies (come on, you know the scene from Animal House!). This one included around 50 fighters ranging in age, build, energy levels and bashing equipment, who congregated at the steps of the Art Institute as part of World Pillow Fight Day. When I came across it on Facebook, it sounded interesting enough and if anything there would be a few unique photo opps and all I had to risk were a few feathers in my doo.
At the stroke of 2pm, an oddly dressed individual wandered up to the confused-looking crowd and made the call, "PIIIILLOOOWW FIGHT!" From there, hysteria commenced. Pillows flew, smiles appeared universal, onlookers laughed, traffic slowed a bit and even the Art Institute security on hand had a good chuckle. Soon pillows started bursting, feathers were flying, and the energy levels rose. The pillow fights intensified, but in good spirits, even when a fighter fell to the ground, his or her fellow swingers lent a helping hand.