We got soaked in a downpour after I broke the umbrella upon opening it. We literally walked four blocks to the bank and were all dripping wet. I took one look at them, miserable, and gave up the idea of walking to the bar. Instead, the always chivalrous Mr. Darcy drove, paying $12.50 for parking.
We stayed up late talking.
We went on a chocolate tour. I ate too much (meaning: any) chocolate and felt crabbtastic and run down. EVIL SUGAR. But Finn sure looks cute in a hair net.
We had a two hour lunch with the family wherein I was required by my nephew to feed him french fries as he laid down in our booth. Such service!
We got lost looking for an antique store and almost ran out of gas.
We played Cranium with friends. It’s hard to draw with your eyes closed! Stupid sensosketch.
We drank some more.
We stayed up very late.
We slept in. (Woo hoo! 9am!)
We had brunch with the family. Two words: French. Toast.
We walked around Lincoln Park.
There were many squirrels, some of whom would run right up to you. This one I thought might jump on my face. Sincerely.
Exhausted from our non-stop party lifestyle, we crashed on my Mom’s couches watching the Olympics until it was time to go to the airport.
I miss them.