Monday in Chicago

As it turned out, everyone was massively worn out from Saturday so we didn't go out to dinner. Instead, we ordered pizza, which was delicious, and watched the Michael Keaton "Batman", which truly is a heinous film.

Now we're fixin' on going to the "fried oyster" place to not eat fried oysters, pick up some groceries for the 3rd of July party and then Buck and The Child are going sightseeing with Portia-the-Chocolate-Lab-and-Best-Dog-in-the-World, while The Spouse and I have some mommy and daddy time. I think he plans on playing Star Wars on the Playstation.

Oh! And I talked to City Mouse this morning. Dig this. She's real. We're hooking up with her and the family at the Taste of Chicago tonight.

Last night, as we sat on the balcony and admired Chicago, The Spouse said, "You know, we've always said we wanted to get a condo in the city. We never said it had to be in Seattle". So the new plan is to buy the penthouse in Marina Towers and the apartment below it. We'll put in a spiral staircase and a submarine hatch. We'll rent the lower flat to Jon, for the mere monthly rent of his age and then, whenever we need a hit of Chicago, we'll be set.

And as we sat there fantasizing about living part-time in Chicago we realized something else. Next time we come here it won't be to meet blog buddies. We will come here to see our friends.

Must run. Fried green tomatoes are calling my name.