You know another Thanksgiving tradition that decided to stick around this year? Mike’s and my flight getting delayed. Hooray! We didn’t get home until 3:30am on Tuesday, so needless to say, I didn’t drag my sorry carcass into work a few hours later. Since I didn’t put anything fancier on than jeans and a tee yesterday, please enjoy some residual pictures from our now-distant visit with Tia and Braden:
Like these cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery, of Lazy Sunday fame! The cupcakes were pretty good, but the real winner was the meringue frosting on the cupcake closest to the camera. I don’t even remember the flavor of the actual cupcake, but boy, do I remember that frosting.
While you’re still thinking about food, enjoy this…creatively-anatomied section from the painting The Beheading of Saint John the Baptist. Have you ever seen a decapitation, Giovanni di Paolo? I mean, really.
The mosaics in the new Greek, Roman, and Byzantine galleries at the Art Institute were some of my favorite works of art we saw there, and I’m sure it comes as a surprise to precisely nobody that I was super jazzed about this giraffe mosaic in particular, although we’re still playing fast and loose with musculature here. I still want that dude inlaid on my bathroom wall.
Jumping to the Field Museum, here you see Tia posing all buddy-buddy-like with Sue, the largest, best-preserved, and most-complete T. rex skeleton in the world. I wonder if Sue ever tries to make a break for it.
Also at the Field Museum: an Inuit raincoat made out of seal intestines! I really could have used one on my bike ride to work today, but I just got drenched instead. (As a side-note, we walked through a couple of exhibits on indigenous peoples of the Americas, and I have to give the Field Museum props for engaging with current indigenous peoples as part of the exhibits, instead of just displaying “artifacts” and acting like these people are dead and gone. I’m sure things could still be improved, but it’s a start!)
As one last treat, before Tia and Braden dropped us at the train that would take us to the airport, we all took a little spin on ice-skates at Millennium Park. Some of us adapted pretty quickly…
…and some of us probably never will. (Note the flailing arms. Graceful, I am not. I like to think I was charmingly inept, though.)
There was one thing I missed the whole time we were gone, though: the crazy face Flat Tire makes when she gets chin scritches. I know, Flat Tire. I’m glad I’m home too.