Sunday, April 24, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
|I can see Russia!|
|I carried this found walking stick for a very short while.|
I also didn't know there was going to be a bunch of stairs. Oy. My thighs were sore the next day! It was a super workout.
We took our time and stayed on the fairly easy trail with a brief stint on a cement path. We snacked along the way and stopped back at the welcome center a few hours in for coffee and a cafe snack.
The almost dangerous kind where we could get lost and have to rely on what we learned in Girl Scouts to get us out. Except that I never made it girl scouts and had no idea what to do. Good thing there was cell service and I had 2 back up chargers with me.
Friday, February 5, 2016
Sunday, January 31, 2016
|waiting for Brian at Kasey's|
|stopping at the taco join to pee|
I don't like to leave things unfinished so Beth, Brian and I decided to finish the walk of booze. We met at bar #8, Kasey's on South Dearborn, and got going.
It was kind of hot and I had a marathon training run that morning. I was already exhausted. Exhausted was the new norm so lets hit the road!
|V for Victory Garden?|
We got going a bit and I was gaining energy. Brian suggested we go to a Sox game afterwards. We were already in the neighborhood. Why not? It sounded like a good idea. The closer we got to Shinnick's the more I decided a Sox game was so not a good idea.
We bellied up to the bar. I ordered a refreshing Summer Shandy while Brian was swiftly overdoing up Sox tickets on his phone. Before I had the chance to make the announcement I was heading home after the next and last bar Brian had made the purchase. Crap!
Shinnicks was pretty coo. They had a bunch f memorabilia on the walls. The bar back was , if I remember correctly, from the 1893 World's Fair. The bartender gave us a brief history but I wasn't awake enough to remember. There was a change in families over the years but they kept the name...or they changed the name? I can't recall.
A few short blocks away was the final pub, Schaller's on Halsted. What a difference from Shinnicks! This was where every Sox was before the game eating dinner. The place was packed. We squeezed into a small space at the bar and had a drink. Cash only!
We made a pit stop so Brian could get a hot dog. I should have joined him. The food at Comiskey was ick.
The seats were in the nose bleed section which meant a steep hike up. I was in such a foggy state of mind it was a super challenge to get up and down the steps. It was cool being at the game but I was praying for a quick ending so I could see my precious bed.
After the game was over we walked over to the Red Line. The crowd on and around the platform was giant I wanted to lie down on the pavement right then and there and sleep. I was about to cry. Luckily the Green Line was a block away. In addition to sleepy, I was also feeling dehydrated and nutrient deficient. I needed a banana and some electrolytes.
I saw my co-worker on the train and we chatted until the Clark/Lake stop. Brian got off with me so he could see me to the bus. I was having brain issues. I know the downtown area pretty well but I couldn't find the bus stop. This was getting bad.
While waiting for the bus some dude thought me and this woman in her twenties were related; in a mother/daughter kind of way. Guess who was thought to be the mother?Apparently it was some sort of a compliment. Brian gave her his bobble head. Oh yeah, we all got bobble heads at the game. My daughter kept me occupied with conversation all the way to Lakeview on the #22. Only a few more miles to go on my own but I made it. Home safe and fast asleep.