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Making John Hughes Proud at the Skydeck Chicago Sears Tower

Yes, I said Sears Tower.
Yes, I realize it’s not in all actuality called the Sears Tower anymore.
No, you won’t ever hear me calling it anything else.
Even in a sponsored post.

When the fine people over at the Skydeck Chicago at the “Sears Tower” asked me if I wanted to come on over to their pad and hang, I was all “sure! Be right over in a few!”
Okay, maybe they didn’t ask if I wanted to “hang” but I feel like that is what the Sears Tower would say to me if we were BFF’s and I do feel like we are BFF’s after our little adventure last weekend.
Because look:


I got up there and said, “it’s like they were waiting for me!”
And then my husband said, “orrrr it’s in honor of Ferris Bueller’s Day off turning 30 this year.”
The Sears Tower was my BFF, my homie.
It was rolling out the red carpet!


Look at the views my BFF gives.


Everything looks so small from up here.
I just recently wrote about gaining perspective from afar
Amazing what a couple thousand feet can do.

There’s nothing like watching the world from way up high above.


Pointing out familiar buildings.


Like that one over there that we aren’t mentioning right now because of HELLO “Sears Tower”.
It holds a lot of history for our little family.


Speaking of… this exhibit was going on when we were up at the Skydeck:

These mannequins were set up to recreate a scene from the movie Ferris Bueller.
One side note: seriously BFF, you couldn’t find a better wig for Sloane?
Anyway, we were totally stoked to see this exhibit.
If you have no idea what this exhibit means, you wouldn’t be alone.
And that makes me very sad.

Here is the clip of the movie from where this exhibit began:

Do you see what I mean about Sloane’s hair???

Beside the point, I know.
So we see there is a line but I am prepared to wait because HAVE YOU JUST MET ME?
Oh in case this is the first time ever reading my blog, let me introduce myself:

My name is Kari. 
I have what some would say is a John Hughes obsession.
Not a keep his hair in my drawer, wallpaper my wall with his face, stalk his family members obsession.
No, nothing sinister like that.
I write posts about favorite movies that you should see; where all of the movie locations are in the greater Chicago area; tell you that I went to his former home and that I felt the need to connect with him on a deeper level; and finally I rallied everyone I knew to get a John Hughes museum started here in Chicago. 
You don’t even want to know the inspiration behind the screenplay I am writing but I think you already do. 

So I waited in line with my husband and my eight-year-old daughter.
The teenagers were all John who?
They know who Ferris Bueller is and love the movie and all but they don’t have the mad love for the director like this crazy train does.
Anyway, as we were waiting I started to notice a trend in the exhibit:

Umm, ma’am?
You’re doing it wrong.

Over and over.
One after the other.
Instead of getting up and posing like Ferris, like the other two “dummies” up there?
No one was doing that.
Instead, they were doing the above.

Or this:


See that couple on the right?
Behind/next to Cameron?
They cut in front of us and just started taking random pictures.
So if someone, say, wanted to take an accurate picture?
You would have gotten Hans and Priscilla in your picture as well.
Did you hear that?
Oh, that was just the sound of John Hughes rolling in his grave.

I get that people want to see the view.
And it’s okay if you don’t even know the movie.
No, I am sorry, that isn’t okay.
Unless you aren’t from this country, then I maybe give you a pass.

Not one person in a 20-minute wait knew what was going on, knew how to pose, or was even in touch with what this exhibit meant.
I was losing faith in humanity with every person who stood on the window sill.
Until my eight-year-old daughter jumped up there and did this:

It was probably one of my proudest moments, I am a little ashamed to say.
With no prompting, our third grader got up there and schooled an entire room of adults.
Our Ferris Bueller lovin’ girl got it right on the first try.
To which we all cheered, “now THAT is how you do it”.

By the way “Sears Tower”/BFF, I am totally available for a part-time gig if you want to hire me to stand by that exhibit and explain the history of this pose.
I will even show your guests how to do it.
And you could pay me in John Hughes merchandise.


After the rush of the exhibit, we finished off our day at the Skydeck with DA DA DUM…


I am not afraid.
And neither should you be.
Although I don’t know if I would go out there after someone has done one of those Van Halen jumps.
Let me guess, you don’t know what that is either?


Note- do not do that.

As brave as our third grader was to jump up and be Ferris for a few minutes, she was a little apprehensive about going out on THE LEDGE.


I love this picture that my husband captured on his phone.
I rarely get “in the picture” and this one is perfect because LOOK THERE I AM!
And I am looking down!
I am normally afraid of heights but look at me!

What a great view.
In more ways than one.

On the way out of the tower, we had to make a mold of our BFF.
It’s a tradition we have.

Thank you, BFF, for letting us watch the world from afar for a little while.
It was such a great day spending time with these girls, pretending to be Ferris Bueller if only for a few moments, hanging out on THE LEDGE DA DA DUM!

It was nice to gain some perspective.

If you would like to visit the Skydeck Chicago and be Ferris for the day, then head to the link for their hours, prices and a lot of cool trivia.

My family and I were provided tickets to Skydeck Chicago. 
But I was not paid to write the above words.
My love for John Hughes is all mine. 

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