Chicago, etc.

I forgot to mention my incident when riding the train on my own in Chicago: Some kid is sitting across from me, and I’m not paying much attention because I’m seated in the opposite direction. He tells me I’m beautiful, titilating, infact! Then proceeds to ask if I’m hungry (because, he says, I LOOK hungry). Thankfully, he gets off at the next stop, but not without shaking my hand, and kissing me on the cheek. There are people all around me on the train, and all I want to do is wipe my fucking cheek off. You know when you just feel that linger on the side of your face? I waited a couple stops… then couldn’t stand the heebie-jeebies anymore.

I am obsessed with street performers. Give THEM a chance on American Idol!! On Michigan, in front of one of the department stores were these people painted/dressed head-to-toe in silver. They were fuckin’ breakdancing! It was the most kick ass thing I’ve ever seen! Meanwhile, back at the ranch (all you, Dee!), there was a saxophonist near the Sox Stadium. As I was walking by, he changed tunes and broke out his rendition of “Isn’t she lovely?” Yes, sir, I am!

Last, but not least, there were drummers that play on buckets and garbage cans… there are groups set up all over the Greater Chicagoland area: one outside the stadium, one in the grotto outside Water Tower Place, one over on Rush somewhere when I couldn’t remember my way back. Fucking buckets, whodathunkit?

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