My lady’s beside me, she’s there to guide me. She says that alone we’ve finally found home. The wind outside is frightening, but it’s kinder than the lightning life in the city. It’s a hard life to live but it gives back what you give.

We’re on day four of extremely high temps, humidity overkill and morning and evening thunderstorms. It’s been a helluva year for storms which we usually get more action in the spring.

I’ve been working a lot more than usual this summer. Working from home but its a lot of work. 2 Tuesdays ago I met Max, Adam and Brian at Birds Nest for wings at 7PM. It was nice but much too loud. There were also thunderstorm warnings which never happened that evening as predicted. Nothing new. It was so loud I could not hear my friends and frustrated left around 9 PM. The other downside was the prices due to the “chicken wing shortage”. I paid $37 for 20 wings. Now Birds Next is famously good but $1.85 per wing? Other than seeing my buds we had a great waitress named Chantel who was friendly and super attentive to our needs even as they got busier.

Last night August 10th we gathered for Adam Becvare’s birthday party and Taco Tuesday at Taco Lulu (  601 W Adams St, Chicago) which was the former home of Al’s Beef when I worked in the neighborhood for nearly 4 yrs. Brian was there as were Ronnie who I met on my birthday last December at Quaker Steak & Lube in Portage IN as well as Adam’s wife Mary. It was steaming hot when I left home and took the train to the west loop. I walked about 5 city blocks to my destination, sat with Adam and Ronnie at the bar, ordered a margarita and waited for the others. Adam rode his Triumph and there was a major storm on its way. as the 8 PM hour approached the radar showed it was now in the city. My plan was to order an Uber because of the storm forcast but Ronnie told me he’d drop me off at the train station. Big fucking mistake. As we got into his SUV the rain started to drench the city with fury and the lightning and thunder grew increasingly more violent. By the time I got to the station in was a torrential downpour and the sky was quite dramatic. I got to the Brown Line platform as the train approached. Perfect. Or so I thought. Got texts from Brian who had made it home to Pilsen and Adam who got home in the nick of time.

The conductor informed us that we’d be standing as debris was removed from the tracks ahead at Sedgewick. I got a CTA alert that the other train the Red Line which would get me home and which I’d have to do a Belmont Transfer closer to home also had debris on the tracks. All this within 10 minutes of the storm. Occasionally he’d come back on the intercom and mention he’d open the doors if anyone chose to seek alternate modes of transportation. After about half an hour I decided to seek out an Uber. But due to the storm and CTA shutting down the ride home would be nearly $50. A taxi would have run me $20 as would Uber if it wasn’t for the surge pricing they charge for such inconveniences. I was like “fuck that” and got back onto the train. Then it was an hour and I decided to go out in search of a taxi or a bus. Normally hailing a taxi in Chicago is very easy but since COVID and Uber monopolizing transportation I did not see one taxi. 5 blocks later I was at a bus stop at Hubbard and Clark to take the CTA 22 bus close to home. After another 15 minutes I was on an overcrowded city bus with wet and sweaty people. It was not ideal because if you know me you know I’ve become very claustrophobic and have been known to have panic attacks. But that wasn’t the worst part, I had to piss so badly that my back teeth were floating. Every time the bus hit a bump or pothole it shot pain to my bladder. By the time we got around Wrigley Field it had been a two hour commute from hell for yours truly.

I got off of the bus at Clark and Irving Park and started t walk home knowing I would not make it to my front door without pissing myself. Now mind you, I’ve seen many homeless and drunken frat types pissing in the streets and alleys. Across the street were many school busses and charter busses waiting to passenger from the Cubs game, so it as dark and raining outside so I thought WTF? I cross and what’s inside each bus but the driver. When I got the the last school bus there was no driver and a charter was in front of that bus. Without hesitation I had no choice but to free Willy!!! RELIEF! Plop plop fizz fizz oh what a relief it is.

It was 1030 by the time I arrived inside my home. Thus an over 2.5 hr commute home after a 2 hr dinner. But its all for my friend thus worth it. Adam drove to Quaker Steak and Lube and met me for my birthday along with Ronnie last December in Indiana.

Very cool and friendly layout at Taco Lulu

I ordered 1 ground been taco and 1 pastor (pork) Taco. Tasty. I’ll meet Adam there again one day.

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