But never fear, I spied a close second: Pizzeria Duo!
I missed my plane this morning. A series of unfortunate events stemming from, "lack of planning on your part doesn't constitute an emergency on my part" slapping me in the face meant that I got to Chicago 5 hours late. Que sera sera. It just meant we had to skip the dilly dalleying and head to dinner.
Being that I'm ever (not) so skilled at delaying gratification while waiting to eat, I was totally (not) okay with waiting the 45 minutes it takes to bake the pizza.
Tommy distracted me by talking about all of the fun things that we "have to" do and see this weekend. He must have been an educational tour guide in a former life. It's always a delicate balance to reach a compromise of his go-go-go operation and my let's sleep in and figure it out as we go preference. But somehow I manage to dig deep and just go and he humors me by pretending that he's okay with going with the flow. We've traveled enough together to know what works and it's a pretty good system with only minor bickering!
I'm looking forward to our tourist adventures tomorrow!
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