Cursed?

What is it about geocaching in an unfamiliar city that brings me such doom? After securing a new job, Justin and I wanted to get away for a bit, since I won't have any vacation for awhile. So we decided to try another disc-golf/geocaching trip, this time all the way to Chicago. We stopped in Des Moines first, a place we have frolfed before, and enjoyed ourselves quite well. We then travelled to Joliet, on the outskirts of greater Chicago, for day two. After our second cache, driving on a small, one-way street, Justin inadvertently tried to turn left from the middle lane. As luck would have it, there was a car right there in the blindspot, so my misfortunate Toyota was marred yet again. Strangely enough, even though it was completely our fault, the other party left the scene of the accident. On the good side, the car is still driveable and should be easy to fix after replacing the driver-side door. I will post pictures as soon as we get back in town. And yes, we are bravely staying this time, instead of running directly home. Of course, on our last trip we were bereft of all identification and methods of payment, so we pretty much had to come home. Anyway, we are now booked at a place in Aurora, which is a much nicer part of town. We are planning to visit the Fermi lab soon, and probably do a little sight-seeing downtown. But for that, I will insist we take the train into the depths of the city and leave my poor crippled car at the hotel.