It is a lovely Friday afternoon here in Chicago. Though this morning was wretchedly cold, the sun came up and boosted things to a tolerable 27 degrees. Daisy has been consumed with thoughts of springtime and sunshine and swinging in the park these past few days, so we stopped by our favorite playground after school today. Reality trumped fantasy, however, and once we'd made it through the gate, I heard a tiny voice say "Baba, I am cold." So we went home. We did make it to the bakery for a scoop of chocolate ice cream and a coffee for me. For those of you expatriate Hyde Parkers, let me tell you: Med coffee has gotten worse. It was never fantastic ... inconsistently decent, is probably the nicest thing I can say ... but now it out-and-out sucks. Which is a shame, and will be even moreso come summer, as it is so conveniently located across from the playground, and the pastries are great. But we've got two Starbucks and, more importantly, two Cafe Istrias, so we shan't be wanting for coffee. I just wish we had a Peets.
Tonight I am cooking some buffalo burgers and then running off to the roller derby! The Windy City Rollers have a show tonight at the UIC pavilion and Herr Doktor John Luzar and I are very excited to get our fill of estrogenal mayhem. My only worry is that some Xena-esque fraulein will choose me for her mate, club me over the head, drag me back to the cave, and I will be too in love to go back to work. I will stay home, washing dishes, baking cookies, and sharpening her shoulder pad spikes. *sigh*
*that pun blatantly stolen from The WCR website, but too good to pass up
No comments:
Post a Comment