Crafty Kitty

Gah, I have a cold.  I hate having colds in summer.  Colds in winter are to be expected.  Summers are supposed to be illness free dammit!  And I think I gave the boy the cold too, which is no good because he is currently overworked at the moment and can't afford to miss any work.  I on the other hand am going to work for four hours today and then go home and eat soup, knit, watch Gilmore Girls and read Harry Potter, which I totally wanted to finish on Sunday evening but ended up falling asleep at 5:30 and sleeping all the way through until 7 the next morning.  That's when I knew I was sick.  I never sleep that long, ever.  And then last night I again fell asleep at 6:30 and slept all the way through until 8 this morning!  And then I was late for work, although it didn't much matter since my boss is gone and he's the only one who cares or notices if I'm around (and sometimes I even wonder if he actually notices at all).

Let's see, what have I been up to since the last post.  Well, I did NOT finish the boobholder in time for Chicago, I think because I didn't check my gauge and my gauge is now slightly smaller than the pattern calls for and I therefore have to knit more rows which I was not taking into account when I was budgeting time to make the damn thing.  I then mistakenly decided to try and sew a cute hatler-ish top and managed to muck it up to so I didn't have enough time to seam rip and get it right.  I meant to do that on Sunday too, but see above re: sleeping.  Then the boy and I went to Chicago.  And it was awesome.  We went to the Museum of Science and Industry and saw Bodyworlds, aka as the awesomest AND sickest thing you will ever see in your whole entire life.  Basically it's anatomical displays, but with real bodies that have been injected with plastic so that they keep FOREVER or something like that.  I'm not 100% up to speed on the whole plastination process.  But it was creepy and wonderful and everything I hoped it would be.  If you can get to Chicago before September 5th, I highly recommend that you go check it out.

Then the boy and I found our hotel, which was in the financial district.  We went to the Berghoff for lunch, which upon entering we discovered was more of a stuffy old place where I imagine my grandmother would enjoy dining.  They also had very small portions.  I ordered the fried shrimp and got like seven dinky little shrimpies.  And the boy ordered the pork roast or somethign with meat and potatoes and there was not a whole lot of food on his plate either.   We did however have room for dessert, and I must say the Berghoff has delicious cheesecake.  Plus, the beer's not SO bad.  Although, really it's just a step above Miller Lite and Bud Lite.  Give me New Glarus any day!  We then proceeded back to the hotel where we enjoyed a short hour and a half nap.  Man, I love me some naps. 

By that time it was 7:30 or so and we walked over to where we could pick up the free trolley to Navy Pier.  We waited forever for the Trolley and then we all had to jam in it like sardines and I HATE people bumping into and touching me, especially when we're all hot and sticky.  Ick.  We discovered that they were only running one trolley that evening, while a gazillion tourists were trying to take advantage of it.  Luckily we picked a stop that had very few people waiting for it so we were lucky to board and get our asses to Navy Pier.  At Navy Pier we rode the ferris wheel which is something I've always wanted to do.  And we held hands and kissed at the top and it was so ridiculously cheesy that I could hardly take it.  Then I had a bloody mary and the boy had a beer and we got ourselves some primo seats for the fireworks.  However, since my cell phone was dying I left it back at the hotel, neglecting to remember that neither of us wears a watch and we depend on the cell phone for the time.  Eventually the fireworks went off.

We then headed over to the Rock Bottom Brewery to have more delicious beer.  Oh how I love beer!  We also ordered the most humongoid plate of nachoes, that were quite tasty.  We only stayed there for one beer and then went to some random jazz club, had some more drinks and then called it a night.

So that was pretty much Chicago.  I arrived back with a nasty sore throat.  I blame it on all the children running all over the place at the Museum.  Kids are always running rampant with illnesses, I tell ya.  Now I'm just waiting for my four hours to be up so I can go home and get some rest.  And knit on the boobholder.  And sleep.  And recover.