on friday i met up with my friend nic who moved to chi-town a couple months ago. our goal: drink and eat and drink.
our first stop was the hancock building. NOW... you can pay $15 or something like that to visit the observation deck on the 94th floor OOORRR you can take a free ride up to the 96th floor and drink at their awesome restaurant/bar/lounge up there... now... which would you choose? paying $$$ for screaming kids and tourists or paying $$$ for drinks HIGHER than the tourists, with a BETTER VIEW than the tourists, and a much more suave atmosphere??? you choose.
anyway, nic and i had to take the red line train north of the loop to get to the building so we jumped on a train and LIKE A FUCKIN' BRICK WALL we were on the GD train of death AGAIN!. i, being way more obnoxious about it this time, said "this fuckin' train??? i was on this damn train last night!" to which nic replied "JESUS, i was on this train yesterday afternoon." so we looked at each other and said "fuckit" and moved into the other train.
i can't tell you how proud i was that i stood up for myself (and said "fuck" so proudly and loudly in a public place). i was beaming while the other stupid lemmings stayed behind and watched nic and i sneak through the "emergency" doors into the train behind ours. only one or two people followed us, and the train was way fuller than when i was on it the night before.
when we got on the other car everyone looked at us and started laughing. yeah... most of that car had crammed into it as refugees from the train of death.
and there, folks, is a story of one man's maturation from lemming to leader. well, more like loud-mouthed-show-off-leader *grin*
I'm proud of you, bro! Love the stories!
ReplyDeleteWow. What are the chances of ending up on the same train of death two nights in a row?
ReplyDeleteP.S. One time we were riding the L and I happened to look out the window as a homeless person was dropping trow to take a crap. I even saw a nugget drop from his butt. That was nasty.