Creatures of Habit

Our kind of town

So here's a crazy story: We go to Chicago for the weekend. We haven't really been to Chicago for a couple of years since we sold our place and moved on. We've missed it but coming for a weekend and staying in a hotel is just not the same thing as having your own perch.

Among the reasons we decided to get out of the city was the fact that spending a weekend in Chicago had become just way too indulgent. We were spending more on food, drinks, and stuff then we were on our mortgage. And it wasn't even that we were exploring this great city. No, we usually went to the same restaurants and watering holes over and over.

So here's the crazy part: It's been over a year since Tam and I have been here-- but it's been 3 years since Evan toddled around this town. So we walk into the Grill last night, one of the places we used to frequent. The waitress walks over with a smile and says, "Hi Evan. It's Evan isn't it? You must be around 6!" And then the hostess came by to say the same thing.

I'm just sayin': We either spent way too much time at that place or those people have unbelievable memories. Well, or maybe he's just that damn unforgettably cute.