things we have learned in the last 4 days:
1. there's a HUGE difference in 311 & 3111
2. everyone gets skinnier when they graduate college
3. bus stops are more confusing than train stations
4. even serenity fans are less openly friendly in the north than they are in the south
5. oranges & eggplants are the best foods ever
6. sequins are almost as good as diamonds
so, re: issue #1. we rock. we've frickin' mastered the chicago transit authority website and have the process of getting places down. we find an address, pop it in, and get wherever we're going like "that". until yesterday. yesterday (saturday), it all fell apart. we got on the train going the wrong directions, got off, turned around, got back on, and went past our stop. then, in our attempt to go to dinner, the street deadended where it should have kept going. so, we wandered around downtown chicago in an almost vain attempt to find the restaurant. we did find it eventually, but there was much going out of the way to get there. it involved stairs. up and down a bunch of stairs. dallas doesn't have stairs in its streets. then, the piece de resistance (see the numbers referenced in #1). we found the bus fairly easily, though it came about 10 minutes later than we would have liked. took it to the proper intersection, and walked south, like the instructions said to do. we were in the sketchiest part of chicago we'd seen thus far, all decked out in our "cute girls going out" clothing, and all of a sudden, the numbers went from 319 to 275. so, we call jill who informs us that we're about 30 blocks too far south. YAY! watch the 2 girls in heels walk/run north for about 6 blocks in the hopes of catching a non-existent cab. we finally caught a bus that took us to the right part of town and we had seats saved for us, so everything was fine. this, however, did not prevent us from walking manymany blocks to find food/coffee afterwards. then, the bus we tried to take home only got us about halfway there. so, we ended up walking, again, about halfway across chicago, until we finally saw the promised land of 2850 N Sheridan Road. we're tired. yay for pretty flats with sequins.
