Last night I met two of my closest girlfriends for dinner. BYOB, sushi and good conversation for a few hours – what more could a girl ask for?
Although we used to be the Queens of “Eh, who cares, lets splurge on a cab home” last night we were being fiscally responsible, so PAG and I bid goodbye to Butters and walked through the swirling snow to the train (El) station. Where we waited, and waited and waited.
It was fitting really, December and no EL. NOEL! Get it? No…El…train. NOEL!
(Whatever. I’m laughing.)
When the train finally pulled up we jumped aboard, shivering. It was snowing pretty hard and we’d waited a good twenty minutes.
Fifteen minutes later we looked up to realize we were at the Chicago stop, except we were still elevated and the Chicago stop is decidedly subterranian stop so something was terribly wrong.
PAG has lived in Chicago her entire life. I’ve lived here for 6 years. And yet, we had jumped aboard the Brown line instead of the Red line.
Total tourist move. Minus five.