Wednesday, we took the train down to Clark and Division and walked up past the mansions on Astor to the Museum of Surgical Science for lots of gory paintings and Gallstones the size of softballs (well, not quite). After lunch at Russian Tea Time and a stroll through Millennium Park, we started our death march along the lake shore to Navy Pier. By the time we'd walked the length of Navy Pier and back, we were some tired pups. We hopped on a trolley, then made our way back up north. They left a little while after.
Thursday morning the craziness continued. Charlie had flown his sister up from Tampa because of Hurricane Frances. He booked her a flight Wednesday afternoon and by Thursday morning at 9, she was here in Chicago. After some drama at the parking lot subsided (I had driven into school because I was late and had left the claim check at the kiosk when I ran off to class: he kept the ticket, thank God. . .) I met Charlie, Elise (his sister) and a couple of her friends at El Tapatio on Ashland. Thursday night was at Barleycorn.
Friday morning Charlie and Elise left for St Louis for the weekend. I kicked back and watched the Surreal Life marathon. Somehow, I got addicted to that show. Maybe because I knew I should have been doing other things. Today was more of nothing, though I watched The Butterfly Effect with Felisha upstairs.
Tonight was low key. I ended up watching Butterfly Effect with Felisha upstairs.