An interesting weekend for me, indeed...

I FINALLY got to see Wicked... And the whole situation was mildly traumatic, and so my story begins...
After insisting, rather dramatically I might add, all day on Saturday that I did not wish to attend the 2:00 show the following day, my adorable boyfriend finally convinced me that I should go. So, I grudgingly got out of bed the next morning (at 11:00) for him to whisk me off to the Windy City in his golden chariot (a genuine, hunk of junk, Ford Taurus). On the Skyway, of all places, we begin to notice an ominous cloud of steam arising from under the hood. Yes, that's right, the stupid car was over heating! All I could do do keep from having a heart attack was half-hazardly take pictures of the breathtakingly foggy Chicago skyline. After nearly hitting another car, cutting across multiple lanes of traffic to get to our exit and missing a turn we arrived, with 2 minutes to escape the "self park," walk around the block, get our tickets scanned, and find our seats (up 3 flights of stairs in the balcony). All was well. We didn't miss much.
Now, as far as the play went, we enjoyed it. It was very silly and sadly nothing like the book, but still a magical experience (some of which is due to the magnificent ceiling of the Oriental Theater, which I found myself staring at regularly). We, also, thouroughly enjoyed the fine dining at McDonald's on our way back to the "self park." After being undercharged for parking by the machine "cahier" at the "self park," we were lead to believe that luck was on our side... hardly the case. We refilled the resevior with anti-freeze and were on our way, only to discover 10 minutes down the road that it was leaking... all of it! We wound up sitting in our freezing cold heap of junk (the boyfriend, of course, was soaking wet after I dropped my coke on him) and chatting with the crazy pan handler, to whom we gave 2 whole dollars to, for over an hour when his parents sweetly decided to shorten their dinner plans to come retreive us (and have our hunk of junk towed). We arrived home just in time (10 o'clock that is) for our adorable daughter to fall asleep immediately. To the untrained eye, it may appear as though I am complaining, however, it was an amazingly wacky, mildly traumatic, fun date with my amazing boyfriend. :)