Marry Boff Kill – The Chicago School

Sometimes, after a hard week of introspection, work and habit quitting, one needs to relax with a nice game of Marry, Boff, Kill.

The choices are Daniel Burnham, Louis Sullivan and Frank Lloyd Wright. I must hear your answers, please comment or you can come over to my Facebook fan page and jump in there as well.

This is tough, this is real tough, but here’s how it’s going to go down.

Marry: Daniel Burnham

Sure sure, he’s away all the time, working so hard on “Worlds Fairs” and such nonsense. But in a way, I kind of like that. I like having time to myself and think it’s a good idea to marry a man who has a lot of work to do. Plus, Daniel was smart enough to move his family to a lovely home in Evanston and that would be just fine with me. My guess is he probably looked at his wife like she was crazy sometimes, you know, cause he’s smart and knows so much about stuff, but that’s cool. One thing, I bet he wanted to have people over all the time which is not my favorite thing – dinner parties are a hell of a lot of work, but when you think that maybe John Root would be coming over or Charles Atwood – well that would be okay. I would also bet Burnham talked loudly and often and that would probably grate on the ole nerves, but I bet overall he was a good husband. Loyal that.

Boff: Louis Sullivan

Oh my tortured architect. While Burnham was courting me I would sneak over to The Auditorium and wind my way up the stairs to the Sullivan office, pulling my ladies hat a little further down on my head. Louis would be in there drinking, sketching, philosophizing. He’d be sad, so sad – hungry and drawn and drunk. His tired eyes might light up when I walk in, the only tie to the world being our afternoon trysts. Afterwards we would smoke cigarettes and drink vodka and look out on Grant Park – laughing at poor Aaron Ward trying to save that cesspool. He would wander over to his sketches and stand there in all his glory, figuring out simple answers to complex problems. Eventually he would forget I was there and I would sneak out without a word, a little drunk but completely satisfied.

Kill: Frank Lloyd Wright

I mean it’s the only answer. You can’t live with him, you can’t live without him. I’m sure he was passionate in his love life, obviously he was ready to have affairs and all that. So you can’t marry the guy. He’ll just leave you in one of his houses all alone with the kids. You know he must have been a smarty pants too, every time I would say anything I bet he  would sigh heavily and roll his eyes at the silly little woman. Now, it’s probably fun to have an affair with FLW, or maybe not, look at what did happen to his mistress. But for a little while I bet it’d be fun to get all wrapped up in it. Soon though, things would get too intense, hed’ get angry about something and I’d have to storm off. It’s easier just to let him go..

So, what about you? Hmmm?