Now, back to the sexy old people. Things were looking pretty bleak at the end of last week, so instead of sitting around watching Christian work, we all decided to head to Chicago for an overnight visit. Since we are broke, the trip almost didn’t happen after it appeared that we couldn’t get a hotel room for less than $220, but thanks to Princeline we ended up staying on the 18th floor of the Hyatt Regency for $100.
The Hyatt Regency is very pretty and in a great location, but apparently has cleverly disguised rice paper for walls. We had a sexy old couple staying next to us, and although we never met them, we HEARD them a lot. Sexy old people don’t care who can hear them. Sexy old people aren’t afraid to moan. Sexy old people aren't afraid to talk dirty when everyone can hear them. And what do sexy old people do when awakened by the toddler next door decides to get up (and stay up) at 4:30 in the morning? Have more sex! What do the parents of the toddler do at 4:30 in the morning? Wish that they were sexy old people.
On the knitting front, I have finished the cloud bolero and Charlie’s vest. My Sea Lettuce Scarf has been attempted and frogged once again and some mystery knitting are in progress. I leave you with a snapshot of my only souvenir, a skein of yarn bought at a Chicago store whose name is escaping me:
Conjoined Creations, color Clue, soy silk lace
I think that this would make a very pretty Storm Water Scarf. I love patterns that you can just knit until the end, and not have to worry about running out of yarn.