So...Chicago!

So--the trip to Chicago was a two-fer: we went to see the King Tut exhibit for Father's Day. We took the train down all day Saturday, went to the Shedd Aquarium Sunday morning and King Tut in the afternoon.

Because the Bunny is all about trains, we took the El the 10 blocks from our hotel to the Museum Campus, then walked over to the Aquarium. The El is amazingly quiet, but hardly posh. The stations in particular are subject to peeling paint and rusted metal. Of course, the low point of the day was on our return to the hotel, when the train we planned on riding to our stop unexpectedly! turned! left! It wasn't supposed to do that!

We made it back to the hotel, however, and had dinner at The Big Downtown, a restaurant that has trolleys and minature trains running in the bar. The food was amazing and excellent, and we ate ourselves very full, and went back to the hotel.

The next morning, we had about 4 hours to fill before we had to catch our train back, so we went to the planetarium. Of which we used to have one here, but no longer. This time, we took a cab, to save time. The cab drove us down Michigan Avenue, along the beautifully landscaped parkland that lines the lake shore. I was just about to say "this is a much more attractive route than the El" when a jogger crossed in front of us. He was tall, rangy, rather older than I am, with stringy muscles like beef jerky. He had on tiny nylon shorts and no shirt--but a heart rate monitor strapped below his nipples.

He looked like he was wearing a bikini top but had forgotten the top part. Remember Wendy O. Williams of the Plasmatics? She used to appear on stage wearing electrician's tape to stay "decent." This guy kind of looked like that, without any of the bodaciousness.

Maybe it wasn't such an attractive route after all.