this blew my mind.

then this continued to blow my mind.

my mind is blown.

a line to get tickets for the art museum snaked outside and down the steps. if we had waited in line, we would have waited for at least half an hour. we stood in the lobby wondering if it was worth it, watching as the line slowly crawled forward. "we could do something else," i suggested.

"or we could just try to walk in," dan countered.

he slipped past the security guard first. then i did, afraid to look behind me as i strode confidently forward. i didn't think chris would make it, but he did. the three of us had just thwarted the security guard at the art institute. don't you chicagoans feel safe to know that i could have walked in with a bomb in my purse and nobody would have stopped me?

also, how nice to not pay on a non-tuesday. not that my "suggested donation" would have added much to their pockets. i think they recommend you pay ten bucks. i may have thrown them ten cents. this is because, although i support the arts, i am a horribly cheap bastard. plus i'm still trying to pay off this lap top. one year later, and i've still only paid about 1/4 of what i owe. fuckers.