The great thing about living in the moment is that your plans are never ruined, you just enjoy different experiences than you expected.
It's my hometown college's graduation this weekend and I needed a break from the madness that is end of the semester in Madison, so I'm taking a weekend visit to Toledo. Had a quick EPCS session Friday morning to update my electronic teaching portfolio with student work, then brainstormed WUD Film Superlatives to give as awards at our last meeting on Monday, then caught the Van Galder to Chicago as usual. This was one of my first arbitrarily chosen weekends travelling. Usually I'm in transit on Thanksgiving or the winter holidays and we fill up at the Dutch Park 'n' Ride and Union Station is a zoo. But was actually quite nice leaving cold and rainy Madison to the tune of some Tom Waits and coming to Chicago.
I was supposed to catch the Toledo Megabus at 4:15. Flash forward to 7 pm, four phone calls, a flight check, and a memorized Amtrak schedule later and I figured this bus wasn't going to show. Turns out my dad's in town for a Psychology conference, so I walked over to his place at the Plamer House and we're driving back later this afternoon after he's finished presenting his poster! (It's titled: Consistent-handedness is Associated with Greater Negative Affect Toward Out-groups).
Since my mother's entire side of her family is from and lives in Chicago, I rarely had typical tourist experiences growing up. We went to museums (and planetariums and aquariums) of course, but always had people to visit and places to stay. So I'm really getting a kick of having the city free to myself for a couple of hours. First of all, the Palmer House is gorgeous and I want to stay with my dad every year for this conference because I feel very fancy pants here. This city isn't supposed to be viewed from a car. I spent a few hours in Starbucks writing a poem about my Beziehung mit der Muttersprache und ivrit and some extra credit papers, then just roamed around in my sick ass snake eye earrings from Haya from JAS and listening to old Soul Coughing recordings.
I stopped being WUD Film Director on Thursday day. The Union held a lovely transition banquet where we passed the torch (figuratively) and the Beefeaters (literally) onto the new Directorate. We partied hardy afterwards at Diegos (me gusta) and the KK (cannot believe I went in there, oy). I have a major project left for each of my classes so I need to stay somewhat focused for these next two weeks. But then it's Farmers Markets, Henry Vilas Zoo, Comedy Clubbing, CotS, Adult Swim, Lakeside Cinemas, and sunshine. Yass.
Oh wow, just saw a girl with a really interesting tattoo placement- it's wrapped around her lef, but above the ankle, below the knee. Hmm, I kind of like that..
No comments:
Post a Comment