I decide to go up to Evanston to see the progress Northwestern is making on the big new building that's being built behind my old dorm. As it turns out, not only is that building fairly close to being finished, they're doing something else behind the dorm, namely, excavating for the expansion of another building.
Today's big excitement happened on the way back from Evanston, when I stopped off at a Dominick's supermarket to buy Cherry Coke and a copy of the Chicago Metropolitan edition of TV Guide, and the computer accepted that my Vons club card was equivalent to a Dominick's club card, saving me well over 50 cents. (Both chains are owned by Safeway.)
Well, actually, the big excitement was the Cubs game. I'd bought tickets months ago for what I had assumed was going to be a normal weeknight Cubs game, but then the Cubs decided to debut a new rookie pitcher, Mark Prior. (The weather had actually warmed up somewhat, too.) So I was at Wrigley Field in the middle of a standing-room-only crowd, with such notable friends of mine as Stacey, Jer, Catherine, Bob, and Sandy (Levi, who has a partial season-ticket package, was several sections away) for what turned out to be the best game of the trip. Sammy Sosa hit a home run, Mark Prior pitched well, and the Cubs won. Levi and I tried to come up with "Prior" puns that would be in the newspaper headlines the next day, but the Chicago Tribune fooled us by going with a "Mark" headline.
I'd made tentative plans to go to the Ray Kroc Museum out in the suburbs somewhere with yet another friend, Wade, but he had to work, so instead, I took the 'L,' transferred to the bus, and ended up at this building to meet Levi for lunch.
That evening, I met many of the usual suspects for dinner at Merle's Rib Palace in Evanston (although I was the only one who ordered ribs).
Afterward, we drove to Wade and his wife Rachel's apartment for dessert, which for me was about five Oreo cookies because I was stuffed full of ribs.