The other night I had a very interesting trip home. I had the opportunity to have dinner with some good friends that I do I not see nearly often enough and found myself on the North Shore enjoying great conversation over dinner and drinks. After dinner, I was awaiting for my chariot to fetch me (aka waiting for the Metra to arrive) and was getting impatient. I already had a few Black & Tans coursing through my veins and was itching to keep the fun going. And then I remembered that I was taking Metra, not the L, and booze is allowed on Metra. I quickly considered my options. I knew the closest liquor store was a 3-minute run away, and I would be taking a risk when my train was coming in 8-minutes. I looked around and saw a bar across the street. I took a chance, ran across to see if they sold beer to go, and the Hops Gods smiled upon me. Five minutes, 7 dollars and 6 PBR tall boys later, I am ready for my train ride in.
I hop on the train and promptly offer the conductor a PBR, because one should share the wealth. He declined, stating that there was going to be a mess of people getting on at Ravinia park, an outdoor concert venue. I learned after the fact that Lynyrd Skynyrd was playing. I missed out. Anyway, I pop open a PBR, start reading my book and enjoy the fact that I can get home safely after having a few beers while I continue to enjoy even more beers. My quiet is quickly broken when I hear some commotion in the back half of the car. Being the gawker that I am, I turn around and observe, and I realize that the train car is moving and a girl is getting pulled onto the car. WTF?? Why did the conductor leave when someone was not safely boarded. The train comes to a halt, the conductor operating the train gets onto the intercom and demands that they exit the train, because apparently the people opened the doors as the train was moving and hopped on because they wanted to finish their cigarettes prior to boarding. A scuffle ensued, with the drunks who boarded refusing to leave while they threatened to sue and the conductor trying to remove them without force. I sat watching with great amusement, grateful I had purchased refreshments for the live theatre of life. I ended up chatting with a fellow Metra rider, shared my PBR with her and thought that I had just experienced the best train ride ever.
I arrive at my stop, and check my CTA bus tracker to see that I am going to have to wait 18 minutes for my bus to come. I weigh my options: I could take a cab but I am too cheap (read:poor), I could wait for the bus, but I have had 5 beers at this point and the seal has been broken, or I could just start walking home. I look at the plastic bag with two PBRs left and realize my fate has been decided. I will saunter home and see where the evening takes me. I threw one of the beers in my purse, wrapped the other discreetly in the plastic bag, crack it open and start east on Lawrence.
First I came across this fabulous vehicle decals
|An eclectic collection of crap.|
|This is Shu. The picture is a bit blurry, but when you are on your last beer in a plastic bag, "focus" becomes a relative concept.|
|Wilson Red Line stop- A great place to nap.|
|Aldi's answer to deterring shopping cart theft. Probably a wise idea.|
|SOFT PRETZELS! Nom Nom Nom!|
|Hello??? I see you in there, give me a frozen coke and soft pretzel.|
|Probably time I get the hell out of here.|
|I really would love to know the story behind a bike lock on a tree, mainly where is the bike? Or is tree theft a problem in Uptown?|
|Finally I get my frozen coke, and top it off with a little cherry for some variety|
|The taquito was a weak substitute for the pretzel. The frozen coke did not disappoint.|