My Adventure in Chi-Town
My and Annie's roomie- well, ex-roomie now- Kara got married last saturday, so Annie and I decided to make the trip to Chicago to see the wedding. We get the directions from her, get the gift and are all prepared to leave by 12:00 since I had a breakfast appointment that morning at 10:00. I get there and we get out of the apartment by 12:15 and are on the road and make pretty good time until we hit Construction. Isn't that what always happens. Now annie and I are getting worried about being late- and are trying to merge onto 290 after we get off 94- but since we got our directions from our roomie, there are no ext numbers or mile indicators or anything- so we are just praying that we are on the right route. After about an hour of lovely merging, almost getting squashed by a Semi and other various mishaps, we are gtting worried about making in time to see her walk down the aisle. Then we drive by the White Sox Stadium. I casually look at the digital sign in order to see what temperature it is over there on the other side of the big lake when I notice something. "Annie?" I say with burgeoning hope and embarrasment, "It's an hour different here isn't it?" We look at each other and aboth start screaming and laughing at th same time. We had completely forgotten that there was an hour time difference and that we had plenty of time before the wedding would start. Only Annie and I could make it that far without realizing something like that. At least it relieved a TON of our worry about finding where we were going, and we arrived with no mishaps and got to relax for a good amount of time before the wedding. Unfortunately, the time difference worked the other was as well, and we ended up leaving before the bouquet toss, and any of the dancing, but we did get some truly delicious fried chicken and barbeque, after being inadvertantly overlooked by the woman releasing the tables. We were one of the last to go, and we even had some of the ushers sitting with us.
My and Annie's roomie- well, ex-roomie now- Kara got married last saturday, so Annie and I decided to make the trip to Chicago to see the wedding. We get the directions from her, get the gift and are all prepared to leave by 12:00 since I had a breakfast appointment that morning at 10:00. I get there and we get out of the apartment by 12:15 and are on the road and make pretty good time until we hit Construction. Isn't that what always happens. Now annie and I are getting worried about being late- and are trying to merge onto 290 after we get off 94- but since we got our directions from our roomie, there are no ext numbers or mile indicators or anything- so we are just praying that we are on the right route. After about an hour of lovely merging, almost getting squashed by a Semi and other various mishaps, we are gtting worried about making in time to see her walk down the aisle. Then we drive by the White Sox Stadium. I casually look at the digital sign in order to see what temperature it is over there on the other side of the big lake when I notice something. "Annie?" I say with burgeoning hope and embarrasment, "It's an hour different here isn't it?" We look at each other and aboth start screaming and laughing at th same time. We had completely forgotten that there was an hour time difference and that we had plenty of time before the wedding would start. Only Annie and I could make it that far without realizing something like that. At least it relieved a TON of our worry about finding where we were going, and we arrived with no mishaps and got to relax for a good amount of time before the wedding. Unfortunately, the time difference worked the other was as well, and we ended up leaving before the bouquet toss, and any of the dancing, but we did get some truly delicious fried chicken and barbeque, after being inadvertantly overlooked by the woman releasing the tables. We were one of the last to go, and we even had some of the ushers sitting with us.
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