I'm in Naperville, IL. I arrived yesterday after arriving on time, after waiting ninety seconds at the train station in KC, after catching the bus right as it pulled up. In other words, my trip went perfectly.
Brian and I went to Fry's in Lisle or Westmont or Wheaton or something, and wandered around gawking at computer hardware and impractically large televisions. We drove back to the apartment in Naperville through suddenly acutely wintry weather. We sat down and watched the first half of Star Wars: Clone Wars while we waited for Kathleen to get home.
Kathleen arrived, and after some administrative shuffling we set to making dinner: chicken nachos. I was called upon to produce the guacamole. Though I had never made it before, I introduced Brian and Kathleen to the miracle of salt, as in ingredient. Dinner was delicious and the conversation was lovely.
We sat down in the living room and split a large Unibroue-made bottle of something marketed as a Trader Joe's beer. It tasted familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it.
Sleep came quickly, soon after. Though by about 2:30am, my eyes came open as if I had no business sleeping. I was wide awake. As the acid built up in my stomach, I milled around drinking water until I got the ide to turn on a light and read. That did the trick, though it took the entire Beren and Luthien chapter of The Silmarillion to restore my sleepiness. By roughly 4am I was asleep again, and I slept deeply until about 11am when bright daylight woke me up.
Today, I'll munch on something around here, do some web stuff, and leave by 2 or 3 to get some pictures and wander around downtown Naperville.