The plan: Day trip to Milwaukee - breakfast at the Public Market, visit the art museum, maybe catch a Brewers game, back to Chicago this evening.
As I write this I am sitting in Uptown with plans to hit the beach this afternoon. The plan changed. How, you ask...
Of course the Red Line was running unbelievably slow today, so Hannah and I hopped off to catch a cab in hopes of making the 8:25 Amtrak train. Standing on the corner of Clark and Belmont, a black limo pulled over and asked if we were hailing a cab.
"Hop in," he says. "Same price as a cab," he says. Friends, especially young friends, I do not suggest ever hopping in a car like that, but..... in the spirit of jugaad, we were running very late, so... we hopped in.
As we raced down Lake Shore Drive on this beautiful morning, we looked at the time over and over. When roads were blocked for any number of festivals or races or construction that might be going on downtown, we
started to lose hope. After the chauffeur ran at least two red lights and screeched up to Union Station, we pulled a movie scene, threw money at him, and ran through the terminal.
We arrived at 8:24 a.m. along with two other breathless would-be passengers. Apparently, once in a blue moon, Amtrak trains run on time. And apparently, they close gates five minutes before departure - no exceptions!
The good news is, Amtrak tickets to Milwaukee are valid any time, any day, for up to a year.
So in the end, Hannah and I got tortas, churros, and coffee at Xoco and will head to the beach with Hayley and Bogey this afternoon. Ah well. What can you do?
Plus, it was my first ride in a limo! (Other people do their first time limo-ing in fancy dresses with
champagne. Not me, leggings and a latte, that's how I roll.)
As I write this I am sitting in Uptown with plans to hit the beach this afternoon. The plan changed. How, you ask...
Of course the Red Line was running unbelievably slow today, so Hannah and I hopped off to catch a cab in hopes of making the 8:25 Amtrak train. Standing on the corner of Clark and Belmont, a black limo pulled over and asked if we were hailing a cab.
"Hop in," he says. "Same price as a cab," he says. Friends, especially young friends, I do not suggest ever hopping in a car like that, but..... in the spirit of jugaad, we were running very late, so... we hopped in.
As we raced down Lake Shore Drive on this beautiful morning, we looked at the time over and over. When roads were blocked for any number of festivals or races or construction that might be going on downtown, we
started to lose hope. After the chauffeur ran at least two red lights and screeched up to Union Station, we pulled a movie scene, threw money at him, and ran through the terminal.We arrived at 8:24 a.m. along with two other breathless would-be passengers. Apparently, once in a blue moon, Amtrak trains run on time. And apparently, they close gates five minutes before departure - no exceptions!
The good news is, Amtrak tickets to Milwaukee are valid any time, any day, for up to a year.
So in the end, Hannah and I got tortas, churros, and coffee at Xoco and will head to the beach with Hayley and Bogey this afternoon. Ah well. What can you do?
Plus, it was my first ride in a limo! (Other people do their first time limo-ing in fancy dresses with
champagne. Not me, leggings and a latte, that's how I roll.)
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