Alisa and I packed checked bags for perhaps one of the first times we've traveled together. Our scuba fins and equipment were too big for carry-on luggage, so we had plenty of room, though slightly less for our weight allowance. There was lots of bargaining ("I can wear this over three other layers in Chicago, and it'll be cute in the tropics!").
After three missteps on my part that sent me back to my apartment to get the stuff I left (which were driving Alisa to hysteria), we made it on to my grandparents' house, then our flight the next morning.
So, starting off with the shortest flight of the trip. Got that under our belt and were ready to hit up the Windy City. First off, deep dish. We got the recommendation for Lou Malnoti's. It wasn't the incredibly buttery pastry crust, but it was certainly appealing.
As for discovering things, nothing outside sounded appealing, so walking the Miracle Mile, or along the lake, or to the Bean were all off the list. Instead, we looked up shows. The afternoon was spent at the Adler Planetarium. Dark matter. Astrolabes. The metaphors for the size of the universe. A show that introduced us to the stars. And, a heated building where we could eat freeze-dried ice cream.
We then went to "Late Nite Catechism." Quite a bit went over our little Lutheran heads, but this is where the show started.
Our dinner was at another quite established joint: Portillos. With a Chicago-style hot dog, and Italian beef sandwich, and a chocolate cake shake. The area was very flashy.
Our final show was a ComedySportz in yet another awesome area. The better team won.
It was not that early of a wake-up, all considering, but being awake for two long planes rides is going to be something else.
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