That Teenage Feeling

I moved today, so I haven't got the energy to tell a story right now, but I do want to post these pictures. To give you a better idea of the lovely juxtaposition of consumption that occurred on this fine Sunday in August, the first is at Ravinia, where we drank Portuguese wine and listened to Beethoven with a [mostly] civilized crowd, and the last two are at a Dairy Queen in Highland Park where we were surrounded by surly middle-aged people and rowdy, obnoxious teenagers. It was our adventure! All for the love of wine, walking, and the rush one gets from wandering with a general goal but no map... (Yes, this can occur even in the suburbs if they are unfamiliar to the adventurers in question! I would argue that they're even more intimidating since everything tends to look alike and there are fewer landmarks than in the city proper.)
Lady would not let me take her picture because of the sweaty-ass day we'd had, and I can't blame her. She did provide her lovely Blizzard cup as a substitute.

Suffice it to say we walked for miles that day, and to reward ourselves, cool off, and pass the time before the last train back to civilization (as we know it), we hit DQ. Seldom have I been so thrilled to patronize a suburban chain "restaurant," but goddamn was that Blizzard goo-ood! We failed to achieve our original goal (finding a specific wine warehouse... AND finding it open for business), but as Lady says, it makes for a good story. Trekking all over the 'burbs was refreshing... We heard nature at dusk, tested Lady's navigation skills and my patience (success on both counts), and earned those effing Blizzards with double helpings of candy (Butterfinger AND Heath Bar for me).

Lesson to take away from that day of the trip: Everything feels more satisfying when one has had to search for it, chase after it, or otherwise work for it. I think I needed to be reminded. Another lesson: Do things occasionally that make no sense. It's refreshing. Trust your crazy friends every now and again, even if your own instinct is to do what's logical. Let them run with it and take you along... It's safe as long as you're in the suburbs!

Okay, I just wrote waaaay more than I thought I would/could/should.

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