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Alright people, time for some delurking. I’m headed to Chicago in a few days (leaving on Friday, my birthday!), and I need the scoop on the best places to go/knit/shop etc. Here’s a list of some of the things I have planned for my relaxation weekend.

Visit some yarn stores. Which ones are the best?
Drink good coffee. I’m planning to hit up Intelligentsia Coffee, any other suggestions?
Do some Christmas shopping. My brother loves the Chicago Bears, so I promised to get him some Bears stuff for Christmas. I know there’s a Pro Shop at Soldier Field, and some places on or around Michigan Ave. Anywhere else I can get good Bears stuff?
Go to an amazing concert! The concert will be at the Double Door, which I hear is an amazing place for live music.

Those are the things that are slated for the agenda, but I’m really open to anything else that’s fun to do in Chicago. I saw all the museums and attractions there a few years ago, so I think this trip will be more about exploring the city and culture, and just hanging out.

So now it’s your turn to help out. Where should I go, what should I eat, where’s the best yarn and/or coffee? Any little shops I absolutely need to check out?

Ok, this thinly veiled attempt at procrastination has to come to an end sadly. I’m still working on the test of death, but it’s due today, so it will be out of my life soon enough. I’m hoping to make it to SnB, but the test is due at 11 PM, so who knows. I will make every attempt at finishing before then, because I certainly don’t want to be on campus until 11 PM. Also, the Snow Angels yarn should be going up either today or tomorrow, I’ll let you know when it’s up!

I take a short intermission from all other pertinent topics, to bring you a small shrine to my favorite beverage, ever.

Although, I was not even a twinkle in someone’s eye when this wonderful diet soda made it to market, it managed to capture my heart. See, my Dad loved TaB, and I remember being a little kid and begging him to share his TaB with me. And my friends, never underestimate the childhood nostalgia factor, because it’s huge. (Just ask the Schwan’s man how much stuff we bought from him recently, as my brothers and I urged our Mom to get all our favorites from when we were younger).

So TaB…the illustrious, mysterious soda in the ever so lovely pink striped can. No matter how much you tell me it tastes like battery acid, or how I will die from cancer because of it’s saccharin/nutrasweet cocktail, I will continue to drink it faithfully. And I will continue to pillage every grocery store I come to that has a stock of TaB, leaving some poor addict left to drive to all kinds of stores to find it, since I’ve stocked up.

So thank you TaB, nothing can give me a little spring in my step like knowing that I brought an extra can of you along with my sack lunch.