It was supposed to rain today, but right now it's just gorgeous out. Which fucks up our plans totally. Arno and I had intended to ride out today's storms amid the treasures of the Art Institute, but now that it's so lovely outside we may have to rethink. It's his last day here, and we've had a great time being Chicago tourists together: We took an architectural boat cruise, visited the top of the Sears Tower, scoped boys all over Boystown, saw a gay-ass musical, ate at every restaurant we've encountered and shopped our well-manicured little butts off. Tonight it's show tunes at Sidetrack. Tomorrow we put him on his plane home and I spend some quality time in the laundry room. Whee.