On what seemed to be the coldest night yet, Jim and I went to the Lincoln Park Zoo's Zoolights. We took the long way - and on a regular day it wouldn't have been bad - but last night it was pretty terrible to the point of arguing about which of us really wanted to go to such a thing.
Once we got a bit warm in the lion house, most of the cheer of the lights came to us. While it was Jim who wanted to go this particular week, I was happy to go along. Right after we met, we tried to go and it wasn't open. I was so mad at the time that Jim would drag me from working to do something like see Christmas Lights (or mad at letting myself be dragged to see Christmas Lights). But I had a great time - the start of a great friendship and love.