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Edith flew in for the weekend and we had a great time. Here are the highlights:
Saturday - did clothes (hooray!), went to Michelle's candle party (Michelle & Sam got engaged this weekend!), went to downtown Naperville where we ate at Potbelly's and watched a young guitarist play for about 3 hours.
Sunday - breakfast with Patti, church (fire and brimstone preacher w/ bad toupee --- not exactly the best Sunday service), drive to Navy Pier, froze our butts off, dinner at El Tapatio in Joliet, home for wine coolers and arthouse porn type movies. Teased Matt a little too far and pissed him off royally.
Monday - slept in, breakfast at Dunkin Donuts, went to the Art museum and lunch at Bacino's, where instead of making us a broccoli pizza with hot peppers on the side for me, they made us a hot pepper and broccoli pizza. Edith doesn't eat peppers. Chaos ensues. They bring back a thin crust broccoli pizza for Edith, who is heartbroken because it's not "real" Chicago style pizza. We hop the train back to the airport and I see Edith off and drive home.
It was a fun weekend, though. And I have done a lot of thinking and soul searching. I would love an extra day of vacation on top of the day I already took. :-) But I better save those up for the Folkerts' nature trip in May!
Saturday - did clothes (hooray!), went to Michelle's candle party (Michelle & Sam got engaged this weekend!), went to downtown Naperville where we ate at Potbelly's and watched a young guitarist play for about 3 hours.
Sunday - breakfast with Patti, church (fire and brimstone preacher w/ bad toupee --- not exactly the best Sunday service), drive to Navy Pier, froze our butts off, dinner at El Tapatio in Joliet, home for wine coolers and arthouse porn type movies. Teased Matt a little too far and pissed him off royally.
Monday - slept in, breakfast at Dunkin Donuts, went to the Art museum and lunch at Bacino's, where instead of making us a broccoli pizza with hot peppers on the side for me, they made us a hot pepper and broccoli pizza. Edith doesn't eat peppers. Chaos ensues. They bring back a thin crust broccoli pizza for Edith, who is heartbroken because it's not "real" Chicago style pizza. We hop the train back to the airport and I see Edith off and drive home.
It was a fun weekend, though. And I have done a lot of thinking and soul searching. I would love an extra day of vacation on top of the day I already took. :-) But I better save those up for the Folkerts' nature trip in May!
