L and his parents were there for a few days, and invited me to dinner with them. My first thought: "That's crazy, I'm not going all the way to Chicago to have dinner." My next thought: "Why don't I go to Chicago for dinner? I'm in a position that I can do that, so might as well take advantage of it!"
I opted, against the odds, to take the train. Less stressful than flying or driving, and I wanted to nap and/or get caught up on some reading. I did more napping than reading, but no big deal. The amazing thing, though, was that the trains were dead on! We were supposed to arrive in Chi-town yesterday at 12:20, and we pulled into Union Station at 12:20. No joke. And today, despite a minor delay "due to some freight traffic ahead," we arrived a tad early. Fantastic!
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We went back to the hotel for dessert, which was a Grand Marnier souffle and a bottle of champagne. How positively celebratory! L and I headed back out to a bar for a little while, and I was up far later than I should have been. (Oh, did I mention I almost slept through dinner? During the time that I was supposed to be getting ready, I instead passed out and nearly missed our departure time!)
All in all, a lovely adventure!
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