We got into line at the ICA just after one. The police officer let us know it could be as long as a three hour wait. You have to love this city, only here would a museum opening have a three hour wait. But we only waited for about 30 minutes. Not to get in, but for me to get tired of hearing complaints.

She did not want to stand in line, she would get bored in the museum. She did not have a book. Finally I just could not take it, and I agreed to take her to Downtown crossing so she could look at some flat shoes.

SO I am going to check the schedule and take myself back to the ICA soon.


We stopped at DSW, then at the pen store. Grabbed a bite to eat, and went to Quincy Market so L could get some more gummy lobsters for her family. We walked through the Holocaust memorial on the way into the market.

On the way back, L started flirting with a guy on the T. He got off at the same station we did, and he walked home with L. I kind of walked near by, but not close. I was getting kind of frustrated and tired by that point, and all I could say, was 'why don't guys pay attention to my, I got skinny, I got a great ass, and a flat stomach.'

Not what I wanted to say, but it's what came out.