I KNEW it...
I'm going back to bed...
Actually no luck there. Today I had to drop the parents off at Wrigley Field (my Father's Day gift tickets), have lunch with them, then leave them with directions and train fare, like five year olds, to get back to my neighborhood where they're parked. I was tempted to pin my address to their shirts just in case.) They've done it at least once before, but they do both have terrible senses of direction in city (my mother anywhere), so I may never see them again. I myself was nearly crushed trying to go toward the Addison station when a large cattle-like stamped in blue shirts nearly pinned me against the metal railing that keeps the crowd from spilling into the street. I don't think I've ever before ventured into the thick of the circus that is Clark & Addison on game days (I have encounted both the before and aftermath on the red line unfortunately). I don't think I'll do it again any time soon.
Actually no luck there. Today I had to drop the parents off at Wrigley Field (my Father's Day gift tickets), have lunch with them, then leave them with directions and train fare, like five year olds, to get back to my neighborhood where they're parked. I was tempted to pin my address to their shirts just in case.) They've done it at least once before, but they do both have terrible senses of direction in city (my mother anywhere), so I may never see them again. I myself was nearly crushed trying to go toward the Addison station when a large cattle-like stamped in blue shirts nearly pinned me against the metal railing that keeps the crowd from spilling into the street. I don't think I've ever before ventured into the thick of the circus that is Clark & Addison on game days (I have encounted both the before and aftermath on the red line unfortunately). I don't think I'll do it again any time soon.
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