I took off to Indiana for the week to meet Trent’s parentals this round of Thanksgivings. We dropped in at Chicago to hang out with his brother unit for a day and a half first, and I gotta say I really like the atmosphere there. Apparently the days we visited were unusually warm though so in real Chicago weather I’d probably be a weenie.
We got a chance to do some ice skating at Millenium Park, an activity that I hadn’t participated in in nearly a decade, and definitely never at an outdoor rink. After posting to Twitter about being in Chicago, Beard Papas in Chicago started following me! How did their crafty little bot know that I’m susceptible to the delicious cream puffs of Beard Papas? :(
Btw, having decided not to lug a huge laptop with me for the trip, I’m posting from my phone… so no visual references here, and likely lots of typos. My hands are also cramping.
Something odd about meeting families of significant others, is I never imagined myself as being the object of scrutiny. Not that I feel that at all here, but isn’t it the job of the protective relatives to dig up all they can find on someone entering the life of a loved one? Maybe I just have the mind of a stalker. My brother’s in a solid relationship but hypothetically if he were dating a shady chick I’d be hitting up google and social networks with her name. (Don’t be creeped out, David. Only if she were shady.)
