A quickie update made possible by free access to a computer here at the hotle/hostel.
Okay today I:
Went to the Lincoln Park Zoo. Will post photos upon my return. Best of all...the zoo is free. Also, a powerful moment with gorillas made me cry. More on that later.
I conquered my intense fear of hieghts. I went on the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier. Then went on The Swings. The swings terrified me to the bone. After that I thought the Ferris Wheel was no more horrifying than a Merry Go Round.
Played 18 holes of Mini Golf and i'm pretty sure I smoked all the asses of my opponents. (only 2 of the 4 bother keeping score)...But by the looks of things, they were my bitches.
A very enraging and frustrating dinner cluster fuck cause by a assface cab driver resulted in our missing of the improv show we had our hearts set on. So then we spent some time in bars listening to really bad music because the cover charges to get into the blues clubs without going really far from the area we are in were too much on our limited Fun Budgets.
We just bought a deck of cards and some happy drinks and we are going to just have some laughs together in the social room.
I miss my boy more than words could possibly describe. So I won't get into that because I don't want to cry at the moment!
Okay must get back to partying now...
So many pictures...so many!
So many pictures, so little time!
So little time, so many pictures!
So time is pictured as many littles!
Or pictures are time and again little!
We can hardly wait for the little pictures!
Posted by: Winda | April 29, 2006 at 10:18 PM
I can't wait to hear the gorilla story....how the hell do you get on a ferris wheel when you are afraid of heights? And the swings? OMG. I have a panic attack just thinking about that!
Posted by: Hazel Hazel | April 29, 2006 at 11:20 PM
Sure....you're out there partying, playing cards and visiting zoos while your son was lying in his playpen, alone, weeping miserably...his tears only outnumbered by the many times he pitifully whimpered "mumma"......TEE HEE.
Actually, the only time he asked for you was when....uh....er....oh yeah, he didn't. We kept him so busy, made him so tired, and kept him so hopped up on sugar that the time flew for him.
Having a hard time figuring out truth from fiction? Just take a small dollop of the first paragraph and mix it with a smidgeon of the second, and there you have it.
The boy had fun -- but he missed his mumma.
Nuff said.
Posted by: Auntie Bernie | May 01, 2006 at 03:55 PM
I'll go on rides like the ferris wheel or roller coaster, but the stomach-dropping feeling combined with the way my legs feel as though they're giving way beneath me somehow never goes away.
Posted by: wordgirl | May 02, 2006 at 10:40 AM