Some friends and I caught the train into Chicago yesterday to visit the Art Institute and ChinaTown. I'm not huge into visual art (I really don't get almost any of it, old and new alike), but it did afford me an opportunity to check out the Indian/Southeast Asian exhibit, which is always my favorite. When I was little, I had a fascination with Asian culture that puts my current xenophilia in a rather large shadow. My mom took me to the Art Institute and I spent HOURS in the Indian/Southeast Asian exhibit. I wasn't interested in the art itself quite so much as the information that accompanied it. Little historical details and distinctions between Thai Buddhism and Indian Buddhism, explainations of the incarnations of Vishnu. I love that stuff.
Chinatown, on the other hand, was a bit of a disappointment. Nothing but restaraunts and cheap gift stores. And Chinese porn. I guess I don't really know what I expected. Whatev.
Then we chilled/heated ourselved by the fire at "Her Crazy Brain"'s house. Her mom made me vegan chili, and I repeatedly got my ass kicked when I attemped to wrestle the Jew.