they put their old navy flaps on one foot at a time...

I always picture chicago people as intimidating, well dressed, highly groomed individuals (like deb in her power suits). But after walking around downtown tues I realized there were tons of people that were in way worse shape-in the fashion sense-then I. There was out dated denim skirts, frizzy hair, tapered pants, and neon shirts (from the first time neon was in). These incidents might have been abnormally high due to the season-all the tourists, however it was a nice welcome and made me feel a little more at home in my surroundings. Since I missed my first train I got to sit and talk to an old couple visiting their son-they were from Fla. and were wearing average old floridian attire.

Of course every other person had iPod ear buds in -but not as scary as I always thought. It did make me feel old though-not old in the sophisticated sense just plain old-because even though I still felt a bit like a little kid-getting bigger and bigger blisters every step of the way (in the wrong direction at times), everyone around me seemed about my same age. I kept expecting to see old people and then I realized that I was "old people". Well time to go make some bannana bread w/ the pile of rotting bananas in my fridge.