Yesterday the college chum and I went down to the Shedd Aquarium to look at some dolphins and lizards and other such things. This was, lucky for us, free due to the boyfriend's being employed at the aquarium. We got off at the Roosevelt red line stop and walked the two or three blocks to the museum campus. A muggy day indeed.
There is a special lizard exhibit at the aquarium right now and so these sad sacks had to stand in line inside the gizzard of a lizard. We, on the other hand, had will call and things went much faster (kind of...except they didn't have our name so then we had to find the boyfriend and have him vouch for us).
In the main lobby they have these great light fixtures, complete with nautical illustrations.
Once we found the boyfriend and got our tickets we then had a quick lunch with the boyfriend. Lunch was served c/o the nearby hot dog stand.
The boyfriend showed us the community garden and its outstanding looking kale...or was it Swiss Chard?
The college chum and I watched the dolphin show. It's pretty damn hard to take a photograph of dolphins jumping out of the water...since, you know, they start under water so you don't know they're going to jump until they're already in the air.


For the last few days, everywhere in the city, fighter planes have been making dives into buildings and loud noises. This is because there's an airshow this weekend (today probably) and they've been practicing. I can't help but have a very teenagery thought about this. Mainly that: it's kind of messed up that the only time we, the American people, see fighter planes going overhead we're supposed to clap and ooh and ahh. Whereas most other places in the world when people see fighter planes overhead they scream and run for cover. They are really freakin' loud.