
Oh, the anticipation all afternoon. I arrive home from teaching around 1, and kill time until 4:30, when my husband, Doug, and I had planned to hop on the el (Chicago�s mass transit) to head to Macy�s. We�re supposed to meet our friend Krueger, who happens to work in the sports bar/restaurant in the basement of Macy�s, at 5, to be sure we get good seats. Doug�s running late getting back from errands, and I�m silently fuming. I don�t want to miss out on any opportunity. We end up arriving around 5:30, but no worries, the line is short and plenty of good seats left!

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