Update time from my world. On the whole, nothing exciting happens with my life, but I did have a pretty unique weekend, so you can all share in the glory and despair with me now! (That didn't sound too emo did it? Cause if so...)
Anyway, some of you may know that my birthday was on the 9th (some of you may not care, previous knowledge or otherwise). But there it was. The big 23. You know what I say to that? Meh. The most exciting thing about it, is that I am a prime number for a whole year. So what did I do for this less-than-remarkable milestone year? Left Rolla, of course. Being someone who has considerable bad luck when it comes to birthdays (tornados, parents being sick, siblings with close birthdays, being written up, being taken out for a drink by someone you hate, people being too busy with finals to care, etc), I knew I had to be proactive this year if I didn't want everything to go to hell. So that's what I did.
Friday I left Rolla at 2:30 and drove to St. Louis with Stacy. We hopped on the Metro Link to the Amtrak Station, got our tickets (Stacy bought hers for the wrong day but the conductor could not have cared less) and were on our way to Chicago. About the only remotely un-boring thing about the trip up was that the girl (yes, I said girl) sitting in front of me was looking at porn on her laptop. I was like, seriously? Oh, well. I was amused regardless. We got in late (trains are always late...something to do with freight trains being unintelligent), walked through downtown Chicago after midnight (they must really keep their beggars/homeless people on short leashes cause no one harassed us) and somehow made it onto the last Metra train leaving up the North Shore for the night. As we sat on the train, three guys in front of us were having themselves a little party and drinking beer. They were amiable enough, so it wasn't really a bother. We got off in Ravenswood, navigated our way to Stacy's sisters apartment (her sister let us stay even though she had flown out to Colombia, South America the day before) and FINALLY got to a real bed. It wasn't half bad staying there (lots of facebook messages annoyed me while I tried to fall asleep and both my mother and my brother decided that the best time to give me a call was after 1:30 in the morning). So that was Friday...
Saturday...we spent a whole lot of time on trains, buses and even a taxi. I'll put this is a format that might be easier to understand...
Breakfast @ The Golden Nugget Pancake House --> Metra to downtown Chicago --> Walk to the loop (CTA), catch the Orange Line to Museum Campus --> Walk to Shedd Aquarium --> Stand in line for an hour for tickets --> Marvel at various sea creatures (and a monkey!) for a couple of hours --> Walk back to the CTA station --> Stop at Starbucks for sustenance --> Catch the red line, transfer to the blue line --> Take a shuttle from point A in blue line construction to point B --> Back on the blue line to Rosemont --> Get lost trying to find Allstate Arena --> Call Aaron for directions --> Walk the wrong way --> Catch a cab out of frustration --> Make it to the concert after the second of five bands has played --> Purchase alcohol for it's comforts (and for reminding you that at least you aren't one of the 12,000 teenage girls screaming for FOB) --> Enjoy show, singing loudly, make recordings, eat nachos, ignore massive headache, have fun anyway... --> Leave show, catch shuttle back to blue line --> Repeat bus transfer madness --> Miss the last Metra up the north shore --> Catch Brown Line --> stop ignoring excruciating pain in head, whimper and resist the urge to throw up --> FINALLY make it back to the apartment, drugged, cry for 15 minutes, wait for the pain to subside --> Fall asleep
Other nice things: A little boy who shares a birthday with me (he turned 7) sat next to me at the concert. He really likes Fall Out Boy, so his parents took him and his older brother to see them live. I thought it was cute. Berto trying to make me feel better through text by singing "You Are My Sunshine."
Today, boring. Up at 4:30, back to Union Station, back to St. Louis, back to the car, ate lunch at Jimmy John's (do they really have to keep their dining areas so cold?!), back to Rolla.
I worked from 6 to 12, and now I'm done...and talking to you. I'm really tired though, so I'm gonna find someone to cuddle with and curl up for a good long night of sleep. <3!
Songs to consider:
Fever (Archie Star)
