Cheecago!

took the spanish trip to chicago as i said in my last blog post ans i'd say that it wasn't too bad...
so it started out at the crack of dawn when i hopped on the charter bus in the south lot at a solid 6:00 in the morning! EEK! to my surprise though i really wasn't that tired at all. plus i had my gargantuan energy drink to help me out. what it did not help out, on the other hand, is my bladder. i actually had to go and use the bathroom on the charter bus, it took about half an hour for me to convince myself but i just couldn't wait any longer.
we ended up getting to chicago pretty early so we got to do a little bit of sight-seeing before we went to the museum. then it was finally time to go and look at all the spanish art our hearts desired. we split off into groups and each had our own tour guide. ours was ridiculous, she liked to get right in your face and ask you stupid questions and i hated it. as far as the art itself went, i was surprisingly really interested in it. i really liked looking at all the different paintings and learning about the stories behind them. overall i had a really good time (somehow) at the art museum it was weird, but i guess i won't complain.
afterwards we went to a spanish restaurant and got some tapas, but that experience deserves a whole other blog entry of its own.
then there was the bus ride home... ICK X 1000! it took us over an hour just to get out of chicago. we left there at three and didnt get home until a little after eight, it made it into a very long day. we actually were able to finish three movies on the way home, none of which i was the slightest bit interested in watching at the time. after that bus ride i was very tired and cranky, not a good day to mess with me. but i'm good now, life goes on. i just dont want to take any more road trips for a very, very long time.