It’s been something over a week and I’m finally getting over my cold enough that my excuses for neglecting my blog no longer hold water. Believe me, I tried making them–I’m tired, I have a headache, I’m feeling bloated, I don’t don’t like how my body looks naked.
Immediately before I got sick, I took a train to Chicago. Here are the my speaking points:
- Spent $3 for a 12-oz. can of root beer on the train
- Went to Bennigan’s
"Have you ever been to Bennigan's, Mister? Oh, it sure is great. I'm goin' to Bennigan's tomorrow night with my family. Oh, I can just see it now. We'll walk in the front doors, and the nice Bennigan's hostess lady will take us to our cozy booth. Then we'll order some mozzarella sticks for appetizers." -- Butters
- Had a Monte Cristo
- Had the waiter restart my heart with my meal’s complimentary defibrillator
- Found these two:
No, that's not an optical illusion, they really were three stories tall.
- They were standing next to this guy. I presume they rode him to town to trade their goods at the farmers’ market:
The metal moose is rarely seen outside his natural habitat, the metal forest.
- Cultivated debilitating shin splints
- Trained home
In case you were wondering about the train, no I’m not from Europe, yes it was on time, yes the train was smoother than the bus, no it still wasn’t smooth enough that I could hit the toilet.
