Surprise! We left the house again. School starts way too soon, and we had an opportunity to get out and go one more time before it all gets serious. My dad is the fourth of six kids, and he meets up with the other five every year, if possible. This time, they’re hanging out with their cousins in Indiana. I know, I know- I am a proud Minnesotan, but the reunion is allowed to take the show in the road, and sometimes, they meet up in Indiana. Since we had the time, we booked tickets into and out of Chicago with a rental car to carry us over state lines on the weekend. It wasn’t too pricey, and we’re doing some cool stuff in Chicago over the next few days.
But what, you ask, is airplane wine? Good question. It’s the quality level and price point you can expect from most airlines, big and small. It’s a middle-of-the-road pocket sized bottle, served in a plastic cup. You know. Airplane wine. We had airplane wine way back in row 31 of our plane today. It wasn’t the best seat, nor was it the classiest airline, but we’re did a few crossword puzzles together, drank a glass of airplane wine each and got the heck off of row 31. From there, we made our way on the orange line L train to our hotel for check in.
Anyhow, we’re here with a zillion options for this evening’s food and entertainment. We’ve unpacked the backpacks, taken a moment to regroup, and now, it’s time to get out and see what there is to see on a Wednesday night in Chicago.
Cheers!
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