I have been on an easier schedule this month with Fridays off, which is absurd and never happens during residency. We have been taking full advantage, and have hitting up some stuff on our To-Do list. Last Friday was hiking at a local state park, and this week was downtown adventures. It started like this:
"You should pick out what we do on Friday since I picked last week," my text read to my husband.
He chose breakfast downtown. I suggested donuts. He suggested Do-Rite donuts. I reviewed the menus, and suggested he take a look at the menu because I didn't think he would like it.
"Hey, babe, look at Stan's Donuts in Wicker Park," I said.
"Fine, I thought I was choosing." He said.
This morning we hitched the train to Wicker Park and ate at Stan's. It was a cute shop, and we both enjoyed it.
"What now?" I asked.
"The Field Museum?" he said
"I don't have all day. I need to do some work." I replied.
"Fine, we won't go. I wanted to go all day," the husband says reluctantly.
We walked around the neighborhood, and realized shops didn't open for another 2 hours. We got back on the train and headed downtown.
"What's for lunch?" I asked.
"I wanted Geno's East" the husband said excitedly.
"Seriously? I did not come all the way downtown to eat pizza. We get take-out pizza all the time." I snapped.
"Well, that's what I want and I thought I was choosing." the husband now quite annoyed replied.
"Choose something else," said the annoyed wife who was sick of pizza and hotdogs.
"Fine, I want hamburgers," the husband suggested.
"I told you I'm sick of that stuff," I screamed clearly disgusted by his choices.
"Are you kidding me?! You said no pizza or hotdogs. I suggested hamburgers. I'm not choosing. I'm done," he screamed, now a smidgen angry.
"I said no hotdogs. Hamburgers are like basically the same thing," I rationalized.
He rolled his eyes. We agreed to get back on the train and head to the center of downtown. We get off and started walking. I wanted tea, we argued over the closest one and settled on my directions to Argo Tea. We actually agreed on a flavor to buy, blueberry white tea. We hit up some shops, and he bought me a cute fall dress on sale at the The Loft (My favorite store. They actually make petite clothes that fit my weird small yet large frame). I was happy. I had a pretty dress. We walked some more aimlessly. Oh hey, let's watch that weird street performer. More shops.
"I'm hungry, " I complained.
"My knee is killing me," he said.
"My feet hurt," I replied.
"Not as bad as my knee," said the husband.
"What are we going to eat?" I asked.
"BBQ. No, this cuban sandwich place. No BBQ," he replied uncertainly.
"Well, let's walk back then," I replied.
We walked, and then we walked some more. We got back to the Loop.
"Where is the Cuban place?" I asked.
"Oh, just down the street," he said.
We walk like 4-5 blocks.
"Where is it? You said just down the street" I snapped.
"Just 1 more block," the husband replied.
We walked 3 more blocks.
"My feet are dying. They are done. Give me a piggy-back-ride," I complained.
"No, one more block," he replied
"You said that 3 blocks ago," I snapped.
We walked 4 more blocks and got there.
"This is it?" I asked as I peered into a cafe-style sandwich shop full of college-aged kids sipping coffees and wearing their thick rimmed glasses.
"This isn't what it looked like in the pictures," the husband said puzzled.
"You hate places like that," I pointed out.
We turned around and left. He found directions to the burger place he wanted to go to. Epic Burger. We walked some more.
I spotted Epic Burger nestled by a 711 and a Panda Express. It wasn't looking hopeful. The husband was excited. I tried to hide my disappointment, but dead feet and hungry 5-hours ago status had taken over.
"Don't be grumpy! Why are you grumpy?" the husband hissed.
"I'm not grumpy," I mumbled.
We walked in, and it was full on like Five Guys $5 burger joint status.
'My gosh, does this man not know who I am?! I am not eating this,' I thought.
"What is wrong with you? Look, they have never frozen meat. You will like this," he tried to reassure me.
"Are you kidding? I don't want a $5 burger. I did not come downtown on a train for a $5 Five Guys style burger and bag of fries!" I whined.
"Fine, forget it, I'm not eating here. You said no to sushi because it was too expensive. You want to save money, so we come here. I don't understand you!" snapped the husband as he stormed out.
I followed. We wondered around. I smiled. He rolled his eyes and forgave me. We walked around and found a few choices of restaurants. It was either American or German.
"You choose between the two," I told him like I was actually giving him a choice. I was not hiding too well I was pulling for the German restaurant.
"I don't want to," he snapped.
"Pick," I said.
We started walking, and he turned towards Berghoff German restaurant. We walked in.
"Well, I came here because you OBVIOUSLY wanted to come here over the other place. You didn't hide it very well," he raised his eyebrows at me.
I smiled again.
We had a delicious meal. The husband even enjoyed his. We ate dessert. We got the bill.
"Well, we could have eaten sushi," smiled the husband as he flashed the bill.
"Ooops," I crinkled my nose and smiled at him.
"You're annoying, " said the husband.
We walked to find our train. We got on the train. The husband looked at me and said:
"Well, so much for me choosing what we do today. At least I got to choose my cheesy popcorn."
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