The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful trip. That started from this tropic port, aboard this tiny ship.

David figured that I really wanted to go to Chicago with him. So, I took the liberty of checking out some Gray Line tours, that I can occupy my time with while he is busy schooling. I must admit, there is something that reeks senior citizen when I think of a bus tour. Most of them are kind of lame, where the tourist merely rides around and literally drives by the sites without stopping. Frankly, that sounds a little boring to me. Why on earth would I go to a place like Chicago just to ride a bus. I found one tour that sounded promising on a streamliner yacht, but that one only has one stop. It seems that only stops that most of these tours take is to eat, drink, shop or to snap a pic. I mean really, I could eat, drink, shop, take pictures and ride the MTS here at home and have a very different tour than any Gray Line could provide.

This one does sound like fun though.

http://www.etix.com/travel/servlet/onlineSale?action=viewTourDescription&route_id=12343&franchise_id=24

This way it seems that my sense of adventure would be satisfied. I could come and go as and where I pleased, and obviously the two day pass is the way to go. Best of all, that would make my husband nuts, knowing that I am purposefully roaming about alone in a big bad dangerous city. Heh. Heh. (evil grin)

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