Great weekend. LIke a prelude to my own vacation. Since Andy’s dad is in town (sorry we weren’t free Friday night sumsinnow ) it’s meant a lot of sight-seeing and eating out. Good golly, already we’ve hit Bridget McNeill’s, Stella’s, Leona’s, and Ann Sather. So umm basically a lot of places named after women.  

We went to the Jazz Mart. I got “Sunday Morning” by Grant Green and “Conssequence” by Jackie McLean. 

Today was Millennium Park. And I thought Andy’s dad was going to pop his eyes out, swooning. He was so impressed. And I felt that warm glow in my ribcage known as “Chicago Pride.” Thinking to myself, “You know what? This is the best damn city in the world!”

It rained a little but it was more moody than annoying. We got home and everyone took naps. I dreamt about a sunken battleship that they were trying to raise by means of a bladder inserted inside the length of the ship. They were going to pump it up with air.

Soon it will be dinnertime, and cocktail hour. We plan to introduce Andy’s dad to El Diablo. Hopefully I can convince them to watch a movie.