To my Pale Rider Friend....
So apparently when you go out of town and you come back and need to catch up on work, school and family life, people get all pissed off at you because you haven't written in your blog lately....so here's to you my pale friend...it would be nice if I knew who you were?!...
Chicago...oh the good times we had...let me start off by saying that not all of my trips are like those adventures in Belgium, but this one did have its ups....so we flew into chi-town Thursday afternoon, let me tell you the flight was the longest I have ever had. Over an hour, hell I could have driven in...okay okay okay so I lie, but it really was the longest flight I have ever taken to Chicago. So we fly into Midway, which wasn't too bad for a virgin experience. The first big cluster f@ck was trying to get a CTA (for those of you have never been: CTA Chicago Transit Authority...bus system and "El" trains) so we were supposed to be able to buy a visitor pass at the airport...yeah not so much in fact the machine, "had just broken down 'bout 15 minutes ago" Sure it did you pompous ass- you just don't want to get up off of your fat arse and sell it to us manually. Now let me preface this statement by sating that I love the city of Chicago, including the people and all it has to offer, however if they hired anymore "inadequate" persons for CTA I would have slit my wrists! So the man sends us on our way and tells us where to buy the ticket. So we are riding the train, god love Phil and Paul...they tried so hard! So there we are at our stop, I jump up and off the train and start heading to the exit stairs...I hear the "bing bong" of the doors closing and turn around to tell them something and...there they go! Off with the train and the rest of the morons onboard. Apparently I forgot to tie them together and then leash them to my belt. So as I am watching them driving away I see this look of horror on Phil's face. He won't admit it, but you know I think I saw a tear! Oh man, so they call me, I almost ignored the phone call to just to make them suffer, you know when a dog pees on the carpet you scold them and push their nose in it...well boys that was your piss! So we hook back up, thank god the people of Chicago are lazy and the next stop was two blocks away!
Cut to us checking into the hotel room, I will hit the highlights and leave the boring shit out, so we get to the seventh floor, knowing that we did not spend a lot on the room, but you know we are about three blocks from the sears tower how bad could it be....jump ahead to me laughing hysterically on the bed that takes up about 50% of the room. People I am not kidding, the room was the size of...well it was roughly 100 sq. ft. you know about 10 ft. by 10 ft. The "queen beds" um yeah about that...let's try maybe a twin with a few extra inches. So here we are, if you know Phil, Paul, and I you know we are not small kids...and if you don't know us, then why the hell are you reading this?! So there we are three fat kids in a little room sitting there trying to decide what to do first....yup you guessed it, we went to eat! Let me say that I have now found a new favorite pizza place downtown-Exchequer! The appetizers leave a little to be desired, but the pizza was awesome, with a capital "A"! So after that the insulin production started and I really don't remember what happened next, maybe we walked around...made plans for the next day.
Friday, wake up...nix that I woke the guys up, well sort of, because I knew they would be a bear in the morning, I left the curtains open, so about 7:30-8:00 the angels sang, and the sun shone forth and woke their asses up! Suckas! So we get moving and head to Wrigleyville, its opening day and we are gonna try to check out a game...supposedly it has been sold out for some time, I mean cmon it is opening day! Yeah not so much we get tickets for a reasonable price...right behind home plate, oh did I say home plate I meant HOME PLATE! Yeah there we were sitting there a great view of the field, neither of the guys had been to a MLB game, and it had been about 10 years since I went last. Oh did I forget to mention that we were in the 35 row, right behind a pillar, but other than that man it was awesome. We drank, rather we coveted, our $6.00 budweisers, watched some of the game, and checked out the stadium. Totally was a tourist, ora cheap grandma, and stole people's empty cups, yes we now have a set of 35...okay okay okay it wasn't that bad, maybe only 10. So we did the game, went across the street to the Cubby hole and paid an outrageous amount for beer, decided that we saw a quaint little place on the walk to the stadium that we would try...Trader Todd's if you haven't been, you should! Okay so this guys next to me was totally reading over my shoulder...punk! Anywho, Trader Todd's its this little bar, off of Belmont and Ashland...totally kosher! After a few rounds we headed home, and at this point I want to sat a great big Thank You to the CTA for always being there in my drunken times of need! I'll see you in August! We headed back and had some kick ass Presidentes Margaritas, what can I say I can't be away from Chili's for that long!
We met up with the guys' mom that night, she was in town for a conference, at this point I need to send a big shout-out to momma Smith, who fed me twice and went above and beyond her call of duty. Thanks for the good times and great food!
So dinner that night was Bubba Gump's place, you know nice atmosphere, but I really wouldn't recommend the place. Next day, Saturday, went to Michigan Ave., hung out walked around, oh yeah and, I love Paul, but he wanted to do this video game exhibition thing, I love Paul, where you go and see the history of video games, I love Paul, where he spent almost three hours looking around...Paul I love you, but next time leave me with the margaritas!
That night Dick's Last Resort, man if you get the chance I also totally recommend this place. You need to go! Spent the night throwing crap, being hit in the head with paper and drinking 40's (okay well they were actually 32's but who's counting). This was our drunken escapade of the trip which luckily to Paul, he doesn't remember much of horse face....let's just say I need to lose my tolerance...damn that beotch was ugly. Hey man more power to you! So we made it home okay, just barely. Made some drunken phone calls, and by the way if I didn't call you when I was drunk then I really don't like you....ha ha ha.... just kidding....or am I?
The next day was filled with a little of Navy Pier, lots of Paul sleeping, and to top it off a call from Sarah. Apparently when "the fellas" go to Chicago, they are supposed to see the sears tower, the field museum, and the rose gardens of Paraguay....dude I think she was lucky that we didn't find a strip bar on our way to the hotel and just eat drink and sleep strippers...so here's to you Sarah, the boys were out to play, not sightsee like a bunch of little grandmas!
We made it home safe, just barely the landing was bad, back and forth up and down...man land the damn thing already! Our stewardess, Teri, she was awesome! Totally hit it off, the people behind us, they were cool except the bitch that wouldn't shut up!
Anyway that was the jist of the rip you need more details just ask! But I should be doing some research, but I hope that ties you over until next time!
Chicago...oh the good times we had...let me start off by saying that not all of my trips are like those adventures in Belgium, but this one did have its ups....so we flew into chi-town Thursday afternoon, let me tell you the flight was the longest I have ever had. Over an hour, hell I could have driven in...okay okay okay so I lie, but it really was the longest flight I have ever taken to Chicago. So we fly into Midway, which wasn't too bad for a virgin experience. The first big cluster f@ck was trying to get a CTA (for those of you have never been: CTA Chicago Transit Authority...bus system and "El" trains) so we were supposed to be able to buy a visitor pass at the airport...yeah not so much in fact the machine, "had just broken down 'bout 15 minutes ago" Sure it did you pompous ass- you just don't want to get up off of your fat arse and sell it to us manually. Now let me preface this statement by sating that I love the city of Chicago, including the people and all it has to offer, however if they hired anymore "inadequate" persons for CTA I would have slit my wrists! So the man sends us on our way and tells us where to buy the ticket. So we are riding the train, god love Phil and Paul...they tried so hard! So there we are at our stop, I jump up and off the train and start heading to the exit stairs...I hear the "bing bong" of the doors closing and turn around to tell them something and...there they go! Off with the train and the rest of the morons onboard. Apparently I forgot to tie them together and then leash them to my belt. So as I am watching them driving away I see this look of horror on Phil's face. He won't admit it, but you know I think I saw a tear! Oh man, so they call me, I almost ignored the phone call to just to make them suffer, you know when a dog pees on the carpet you scold them and push their nose in it...well boys that was your piss! So we hook back up, thank god the people of Chicago are lazy and the next stop was two blocks away!
Cut to us checking into the hotel room, I will hit the highlights and leave the boring shit out, so we get to the seventh floor, knowing that we did not spend a lot on the room, but you know we are about three blocks from the sears tower how bad could it be....jump ahead to me laughing hysterically on the bed that takes up about 50% of the room. People I am not kidding, the room was the size of...well it was roughly 100 sq. ft. you know about 10 ft. by 10 ft. The "queen beds" um yeah about that...let's try maybe a twin with a few extra inches. So here we are, if you know Phil, Paul, and I you know we are not small kids...and if you don't know us, then why the hell are you reading this?! So there we are three fat kids in a little room sitting there trying to decide what to do first....yup you guessed it, we went to eat! Let me say that I have now found a new favorite pizza place downtown-Exchequer! The appetizers leave a little to be desired, but the pizza was awesome, with a capital "A"! So after that the insulin production started and I really don't remember what happened next, maybe we walked around...made plans for the next day.
Friday, wake up...nix that I woke the guys up, well sort of, because I knew they would be a bear in the morning, I left the curtains open, so about 7:30-8:00 the angels sang, and the sun shone forth and woke their asses up! Suckas! So we get moving and head to Wrigleyville, its opening day and we are gonna try to check out a game...supposedly it has been sold out for some time, I mean cmon it is opening day! Yeah not so much we get tickets for a reasonable price...right behind home plate, oh did I say home plate I meant HOME PLATE! Yeah there we were sitting there a great view of the field, neither of the guys had been to a MLB game, and it had been about 10 years since I went last. Oh did I forget to mention that we were in the 35 row, right behind a pillar, but other than that man it was awesome. We drank, rather we coveted, our $6.00 budweisers, watched some of the game, and checked out the stadium. Totally was a tourist, ora cheap grandma, and stole people's empty cups, yes we now have a set of 35...okay okay okay it wasn't that bad, maybe only 10. So we did the game, went across the street to the Cubby hole and paid an outrageous amount for beer, decided that we saw a quaint little place on the walk to the stadium that we would try...Trader Todd's if you haven't been, you should! Okay so this guys next to me was totally reading over my shoulder...punk! Anywho, Trader Todd's its this little bar, off of Belmont and Ashland...totally kosher! After a few rounds we headed home, and at this point I want to sat a great big Thank You to the CTA for always being there in my drunken times of need! I'll see you in August! We headed back and had some kick ass Presidentes Margaritas, what can I say I can't be away from Chili's for that long!
We met up with the guys' mom that night, she was in town for a conference, at this point I need to send a big shout-out to momma Smith, who fed me twice and went above and beyond her call of duty. Thanks for the good times and great food!
So dinner that night was Bubba Gump's place, you know nice atmosphere, but I really wouldn't recommend the place. Next day, Saturday, went to Michigan Ave., hung out walked around, oh yeah and, I love Paul, but he wanted to do this video game exhibition thing, I love Paul, where you go and see the history of video games, I love Paul, where he spent almost three hours looking around...Paul I love you, but next time leave me with the margaritas!
That night Dick's Last Resort, man if you get the chance I also totally recommend this place. You need to go! Spent the night throwing crap, being hit in the head with paper and drinking 40's (okay well they were actually 32's but who's counting). This was our drunken escapade of the trip which luckily to Paul, he doesn't remember much of horse face....let's just say I need to lose my tolerance...damn that beotch was ugly. Hey man more power to you! So we made it home okay, just barely. Made some drunken phone calls, and by the way if I didn't call you when I was drunk then I really don't like you....ha ha ha.... just kidding....or am I?
The next day was filled with a little of Navy Pier, lots of Paul sleeping, and to top it off a call from Sarah. Apparently when "the fellas" go to Chicago, they are supposed to see the sears tower, the field museum, and the rose gardens of Paraguay....dude I think she was lucky that we didn't find a strip bar on our way to the hotel and just eat drink and sleep strippers...so here's to you Sarah, the boys were out to play, not sightsee like a bunch of little grandmas!
We made it home safe, just barely the landing was bad, back and forth up and down...man land the damn thing already! Our stewardess, Teri, she was awesome! Totally hit it off, the people behind us, they were cool except the bitch that wouldn't shut up!
Anyway that was the jist of the rip you need more details just ask! But I should be doing some research, but I hope that ties you over until next time!
posted by T at 8:57 AM
2 Comments:
But did you get me a T-shirt? :)
Sounds like fun. I have hit alot of those place (did you go to the Children's Museum at Navy Pier?) but I am *so* glad I no longer live there. :)
And you copy me so much!! Wanting a counter and all REG REG REG. I can ask Frank if you like!
But Terri you do know me! I mean how many times does a guy have to give his number out thru another gal?
Besides I am still waiting on my half of fajitas to show up.
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