Where to begin? How about yesterday when we woke up in Pittsburgh, in the charming apartment of Stringbean and his Lady Love. Pennsylvania provided more than anticipated... If by "more" you take my meaning to be "more trees and more interstate." And I think you do.
The drive to Chicago was pleasant and uneventful, with a little bit of requisite city traffic as our arrival coincided inevitably with rush hour. Finding the apartment was remarkably easy thanks to the capricious Vivian and the parking stunningly acquired by that darling Lady Lib.
After parking the car in a secure lot (hooray!) and ourselves in Kylah's neighborhood watering hole, we took stock of our lives, toasted another of the many random cities we find ourselves uniting in, and La Lalib proceeded to begin embroidering right there in the pub. Classic.
Side note: We did indeed arrive late-er than expected in Chicago, as I could not pretend to be a good daughter without first stopping in South Bend ("South Bend, it sounds like dancing") at Notre Dame, calling my Dad, and taking pictures of everything in sight. And also eating a Notre Dame emblem shaped pretzel.
Kylah kindly met us at her local and then led us to her beautifully appointed studio apartment, on to Wrigley Field and a restaurant called Goose Island, where we took the advice of legal counsel and ate the beef.
As we awoke this morning, we were determined to make progress, but didn't know how much we were actually going to accomplish. After a quick stop at Whole Foods ("I don't think Skinny Bitch would approve of our Softies Donuts") and a let-down by the ever changing Vivian (losing satellite reception in Chicago? For serious?), we were on our way across the plains, and learned soon enough that Nebraska does indeed make Pennsylvania feel like a rest stop.
And speaking of rest stops, quick round-up: Ohio? Very clean and pleasant. If you must stop anywhere, let it be in Ohio. Iowa? Pleasant, but the stall-walls are very short... I don't recommend being a tall person (using "tall" liberally) and looking around when you stand up from using the facilities.
Then the fateful decision came down: On to Denver it is. So with 2 Mona-Vies each (actually I think I had 3) the hustle across the plains and into the mountains was completed, and with 2 days to spare, we find ourselves with only about 1 day's worth of driving.
Ah, the wandering in the Rockies.
Luna is now taking a well-deserved rest and relaxation (after all, that's 1,000 miles in a day) and myself and Madame are off to do the same.
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