Around the city in two hours or less

The calendar might say 'Wednesday' but I'm pretty sure it's Monday in my book.

Day started off well; had a blinding migraine and got to run for the bus. Got to work, had the usual 50 emails waiting, and actually started to go through them.

Around 11, my calendar reminder went off for a doc appt...an appt I thought was for tomorrow. I made the appt a few days ago, so you'd think I would've remembered if it was for Wednesday or Thursday. Apparently I'm not that smart this week.

I scramble for my wallet - the one I've been using since I did my boot camp program in May. Of course this wallet doesn't have any of my various biz cards in it. I call the doctor's number, it's wrong. I try another version, it's wrong. At this point it's 11:10 and I need to be in Lincoln Park by 11:30.

I frantically run out of the office and hail a cab. I can barely think, I'm on the phone with a friend, and the sun is tearing a hole through my head. He suggests taking Lake Shore, and like a moron, I say okay.

A long and winding trip later, I find myself standing outside a darkened doctor's office with a locked door. In other words, the appt really is tomorrow.

I figure as long as I'm out, I'll go get fitted for the bridesmaid I dress (the $400 dress) I need for a November wedding. [note to self: don't send blog address to Haute Couture Bride]. I take the 'under construction' Brown line to River North. Get off at the Chicago stop and proceed to wander around the few blocks surrounding the area between Franklin and Chicago because I can't quite figure out how to make it through all the construction. Finally make it to the 'boutique', and the spacey woman says to me, "So you're here to pick out your bridesmaid dresses!" Um, no. But hey, thanks for reinforicing that whole 'always a bridesmaid never a bride.' I tell her no, and that I'm here for a fitting. She grabs a dress, shows me a fitting room and then tells me she'll measure me in my clothes. I'm not totally sure what I was supposed to do, so I decide to put on the dress - in a lovely shade of celery. Dress is on, I walk out, look in the mirror, and go back and get dressed. Then the fun really starts. As she measures me, she makes a remark about the size of my hips. Really. Makes a comment...about my hips. Keep in mind, J Lo has nothing on this girl, but she's going to make fun of a customer.

I play the bigger person - pun intended - and get the hell out there. I then try and take the train back to work where I not only get stuck, but we sit for 15 minutes waiting for boats to cross under the bridge.

All of this, and still back at my desk with lunch in less than two hours.