My trip west continued with a layover in Oprahville. Unfortunately, if you can believe it, the old broad was busy and had forgotten all about our get-together! Oh well. There were plenty of Taco Bells where the food was cheap and the smiles were free. I hardly missed O.
My cousin and I settled on taking a boat tour chronicling the rich architectural history of the Chicago River. Frank, our tour guide, was big on trivia. A professor at a local university, he seemed to know pretty much everything there was to know about the venue. He also didn't give a chance for Kathy, his co-tour-guide (seen sitting by her lonesome on the bench), to speak much.
There was a lot to see.
The tour was even more entertaining for someone who had seen it five times. Sorry! She was a good sport though.
Later, I requested we go see "The Cloud" as my mom had told me it was called. Not knowing any better I trusted her misguided information and painted myself a fool when I asked to see it! My cousin shot me a dirty look, told me to read a tour book, and said she'd gladly take me to THE BEAN. Color me embarrassed! I hadn't felt that silly since I mistakenly told Mel Gibson I loved him in American Pycho.