i should have known better than to start a multi-part series in the middle of, well, my life. but here's a quick summary of our bonus day in Chicago:
we woke up, ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant (and sat next to a couple who seemed about our age. everything the waitress brought the guy was not what he ordered but he refused to send anything back. he ordered a hot latte, he received an iced coffee; he ordered a bagel with cream cheese, he received toast with jelly—that sort of thing. "no, no, it's okay, i'm sure it's fine," he kept telling the waitress. after they left, and for the rest of the day, Michael and i joked about all the possible things that guy would not return. for example, "this omelet has crushed glass inside? no, that's fine!" "there's dog poop in this croissant? awesome!")
after breakfast we walked to Navy Pier where we rented bicycles. we spent the rest of the day riding up and down the lakeshore, exploring nooks and crannies and taking lots of pictures. it was incredibly awesome, we covered a lot of ground (we even rode around inside Soldier Field, essentially) and perhaps burned off some of the calories consumed while gorging ourselves on all that deep-dish pizza. it was a great way to see the city and the perfect end to our lovely mini break.
and thus concludes my painfully detailed and dawn out travelogue. i promise not to subject you to anything similar in the future.