|
chicago. i guess i'll begin at the beginning. i spent the better part of thursday night after work trying to get myself together so that i'd have minimal luggage. i managed to bring it all down to just one suitcase & a rather gorgeous puma duffel bag in cream with wine accents, to match my equally yummy wine puma sneaks. {thank god for g*mart, y'all.} enough about the fashions. i washed clothes & packed until about two; then i remembered that i had some other shit that needed doing, so i stayed up talking to beans & waiting for dave to sign on AIM, which he never did. *insert sad face emoticon here* ... & then i took a shower before bed. i went to sleep at like 3. had to get up at like 6.30. ouch. i was really freaking tired. i didn't have time to get breakfast, i was stumbling all over myself with exhaustion, and i was unsure that i'd make my train because my mom's starter was malfunctioning. that was enough to make me shit my pants with worries. it took like ten minutes for the damn thing to start up; then there was this horrible black ice all over the street, which made my already nervous driver of a mom even more nervous. it took more than three minutes to make it up to the ATM on wadsworth ave; i was convinced that i'd miss my train. but we made it there with just enough time for me to buy an intermediate fare ticket to use with ye olde transpass & say goodbye to mama. the train was hella crowded,but i was fortunate enough to cop my own lil seat. i was listening to jag & wondering if'n i should be buying a magazine for myself to read on the flight ... and then i arrived at the gallery. only a twenty minute ride, & my tired mind was lagging like no other. so i just left my thoughts where they lay & made a stop for breakfast & some other last minute purchases @ cvs. i went to grab breakfast at bassett's turkey cuz they have the ill turkey bacon sandwich with egg & cheese for all of $3 ... but the lady said "no sandwiches til after 9.30, miss." i was disappointed. i never go there for breakfast, & that day i wanted to do algo nuevo y especial. i ended up at dunkin donuts, rockin the egg & cheese with ketchup on an everythang bagel. i really didn't want it, but i was starved. i also needed to hurry & get my black tail to the airport. so i boarded the airport train ... no flashing lights or fantastic news or anything like that. a sista just rode for 20 minutes & listened to phrenology, anticipating sleeping on the flight to chicago. terminal A of the philadelphia international airport is like ... big. busy, noisy, hurried ... just big. there isn't that depressing air like there is at the greyhound station here. it's clean & neat, it makes you think "it's a good thing to travel at a grueling pace!" even though you wish you could just collapse into a heap of clothing & drool. well, maybe i was the only one who thought that. not the point. i went through security with no drama; they didn't mind the abundance of change in my wallet or anything; i didn't even have to remove my shoesies! lucky me. i copped my boarding pass & looked at my watch. 9.10. my plan was rolling out at, like, 11.30. my fear that i'd be in security for a million yrs had managed to get the best of me. i had time to kill. so i called my beloved darling karen & talked to her for a hot minute. then jamie called. i was toooooo early, & she laughed at me, but congratulated me for having the presence of mind not to have waited for a long ass time to get there. so i chilled. walked around, peeped the tax free/ duty free jawn. liquor, smokes & fragrances without tax. that's like ... heaven if you're a drunk who needs cologne to cover the smell of tobacco on your person. but it was cool. i ventured to the newsstand/ convenience store with the fucking two dollar bottles of dasani water ... i was buggin out, though, because they had that details magazine with justin randall timberlake on the cover. oh, yeah. 'twas wonderful, cuz there were some nice pix of old dude in there. oh. the flight. duh. it was chill -- some great big man helped me stow my bag above; i was in seat 9a. window seat, baybee! as i waited for takeoff, i fell asleep. no surprise there -- it was overcast, so we were chillin for a few minutes, waiting for the go-ahead. i woke up just as the plane was beginning to take off. it felt really weird. i was groggy, so that whole fear of crashing & falling thousands of feet to my death wasn't really in the forefront of my noggin. as a matter of fact, i simply prayed a serenity prayer & wished that we'd have traveling mercies upon us. then i fell asleep. i woke up intermittently in the midst of clouds ... then above the clouds, which were so incredibly dense that i thought i might be able to just go out and run across them. it was surreal. again, i was hella tired & probably wouldn't have felt the same way had i been well rested. we arrived in chicago on time & all i could think about was the two fucking dollar liter of water i'd consumed before we took off & why i couldn't just wake up long enough to go pee. the stupid "fasten your seatbelts" light was on & they wasn't tryna let nobody pee, so i had to hustle to get to the terlit @ o'hare. o'hare was um... i dunno ... not PHL. that's why it was weird. or perhaps the grogginess was once again to blame. anywhosits, i made my way to ground transportation, so that i might be so fortunate as to find jason. i milled about for a hot second, walked all the way downstairs towards the CTA station. there was even one of those neato conveyor belt jawns that you stand on!!!! i got on it just because i wanted to, not because i was concerned that jason might just be arriving @ the airport. i looked around for him, then i went back the way i came (the jawn going the other way was broken. BOO!) & called mama. then i text messaged raina to let her know that i'd arrived in one piece. then i called mark. as i was on the phone with the ever so funky fresh mark, i turned around to find jason w/ khamil in toe. yay! we cabbed it back to jason's. the fucking cabbie put my bag in the middle of the street insteada carrying it to the curb or waiting for us to get it. rude. plain rude. whatever. jason gave up a two dolla tip. it was his lucky day, cuz my tip woulda been a bible verse on a napkin or something. but whatever. we hoofed it up the many steps to the 3rd floor. the apartment was cute. really. khamil obviously had his hands in everything. tee hee. jason & i ordered a deep dish stuffed vegetarian pizza from this place called suprarossa. fking wow. i can't even begin to describe the decadence. you just need to hit the place up when you go to chicago. that's all. so we hung out, i took a lil nap, we hung out & waited for jamie to come home. she brought her friend mari with her. mari is a wonderous person, but more about that later. khamil was ridiculously up & hyper & just generally annoying because he had two new ppl to look @ him do his thing, whatever that was. jamie took khamil over to mari's w/ her, so jason & i could go to hogs & honeys, this bar with a mechanical bull. insane. we were supposed to be seeing the lovely ms. beans, so that made it worth braving the hawk. *beep beep* THIS IS AN IMPORTANT WARNING FROM COLOREDGURL, INC.: yo, the hawk in chicago is wicked. no fkin joke, kids. if you ever go to the chi, you'd best wear a ski mask & long johns if you go out @ night. damn, my fangas hurt. i gotta share this story in installments. so, i can't make up a dumb excuse for not having any good blog entries over the next few days. donnie's party is a totally different entry from my "what i did on saturday 12.14.02" entry because there's so much to say ... i been typin this shit into notepad since about 8.30 pm & it is now 10.30. sick, no? buenas noches, queridos.
back |
forward
|