This last weekend was one of the busiest I have had in awhile. Here's the play by play.
Friday:
We had our yearly department outing. Since the head of our department will be embarking on a new roll as the president of the denomination and this will be his last adventure with us, he wanted to make this one a big deal. So Friday morning we all jumped in Canoes on the Chicago river just north of Belmont Ave and paddled our way south to Chinatown.


It took us about 3 hours to complete the 7.something miles down the river, but the sore shoulders were totally worth it.
We went past waste management...


Saw tour boats and tried not to tip over in their wakes...

We went under bridges...

And got spectacular views of downtown...




And yes, I realize that the lighting in these pictures is a little off, but seeing as how I was supposed to be paddling the canoe and not leaving my partner to do all the work, I didn't feel like I had a lot of time to mess with things and figure out what I was doing wrong. Oh well.
We ended in Chinatown and had a little lunch and did some exploring. Then I headed home on the train and did my best to not move a muscle the rest of the day.


Saturday:
Thanks to a large dose of ibuprofen the night before I was able to get out of bed the next morning and head to church for our monthly leadership training where I was treated to a breakfast of pancakes and fellowship with some of my favorite people around.
After that, I raced home, changed my clothes, threw together a salad, waited 20 minutes for a bus before deciding I should just walk only to have the bus pass me by as soon as I crossed the street, and finally ended up at Montrose Beach. I was invited to join the college group in a BBQ and afternoon of playing games and hanging out. Somehow I managed to survive playing several games of volleyball and had a wonderful time (so nice, I forgot to take pictures).
I got home and jumped in the shower and am pretty sure half the beach went down my drain. Earlier in the afternoon I had made tentative plans to hang out with my good friend J who had just moved to the city so I gave him a call when I got out of the shower to see what the plan was. He wanted to see a movie at 7:30. I looked at my clock and it was 6:55 and I had just gotten out of the shower and he was still in Millennium Park and the movie was up on the north side. Somehow though, we made it to the theater and were sitting in our seats just as the previews were ending. At this point, he leaned over to me and said 'oh yeah, did I mention that this movie is in French and has subtitles?' I had kind of figured that was the case and the movie was good. However, half way through the movie, I became very aware that I had not eaten much all day and that I was probably dehydrated and I was sore and just wanted to stand up and stretch. We finished off the evening with drinks and a (late) dinner at a pub nearby and caught up on the happenings in our lives since the last time we saw each other 3 years ago.
Sunday:
I dragged my sleepy self out of bed for church followed by a lunch to celebrate a friend who had just quit his job followed by an afternoon by the lake with friends. When I came home around 5:30 and actually sat in one place for more than 5 minutes my roommate laughed about how I had just sort of been this flash that passed through all weekend and it was odd for me to be home for more than 10 minutes. It felt good to finally just sit and do nothing! At least until our new neighbor downstairs turned on their music and made the floor vibrate, but I think that's going to be another story for another day...