Goodbye Mike Huckabee

CTA, St. Patricks' Day and Other Things that are Wrong With Chicago

So, this past Sunday I attended the South Side Irish Parade in honor of St. Patrick's Day, even though it was 8 days early. While getting to the parade wasn't too bad, although we were wrongly led to a bus we didn't want to take, it was leaving after the mess of a parade.

First of all, the parade itself was pretty boring. Luckily, I was with people who were new and interesting to talk to. I can understand why so many people are drunk so early at this event... it makes it bearable. There wasn't even any candy thrown!!! What kind of parade doesn't have candy?!?

It took two hours just to get from the apartment on Western where we were hanging out to the redline, where I had another 1.5 hour commute back to my apartment. Anyway... we started our trek by asking cops what the best way to get back to the redline was... the first few didn't know... the next ones told us to take Metra. As we walked to 107th, we ran into a line of cops on horses who wouldn't let us walk 20 ft to get to 107th... we didn't have cups to throw on the ground, we weren't drunk, but they wouldn't let us through!

So we trekked to the nearest Metra stop, and found out we'd have to wait an hour and a half just for a train to take us to downtown. So further north we walked to 103rd... where we caught a crowded bus after much too long a wait. What seemed like an eternity later, we arrived at the 95th Redline stop, to begin the long journey back to the North Side.

This is the question I pose to the CTA and the City of Chicago all together: Why the hell didn't you plan for this?!?! You had the police force out, why not the buses? Isn't the CTA supposed to be a great alternative to drinking and driving? There should have been buses leaving from Western express to the Redline stop every five minutes from 1/2 an hour after the parade ended... and then every-other train should have been running express until at least Roosevelt, if not further.

Get the drunk people out of the South Side and get them back to bed... I missed a supper that I was kinda looking forward to.

Stupid non-planning CTA.

Another One Bites the Dust

What ever happened to the single girl? Helen Gurley Brown, where art thou!

Earlier this week, I found out some old friends of mine were getting married, which is cool, 'cause they've been together a long time, and she's been planning the wedding for more than a year now, anyway.

But, it got me thinking, what ever happened to the single girl? Everyone around me is hooking up and dropping out of the game. Of course, part of it is that I just recently finished undergrad, and there tends to be a flood of marriages and engagements that happen as people finish college.

Even the ladies from Sex and the City are all paired off. Granted, in the upcoming movie they will all be beyond 40, but still!!!

Where are my role models?

I'm young, I don't want to be a married old hag yet! Where are the Mary Tyler Moores, the That Girls, the Carrie Bradshaws? Hell, I'll even take the Golden Girls!

Men have had many bachelor role models over the years, women need the same thing.

Thinking About Starting Again

After a long period of not dating, due mostly to bad timing and my own choice, I've decided to put myself "out there" again. The problem is, I don't want to think about it too hard.

I don't want a serious relationship. I want to date someone. I want someone to hang out with, to fool around with, hell.. eventually, to fuck. But not right away. At the same time, I want to be exclusive with this person. On the other hand, I don't want to totally rule out a serious relationship if the person ends up being awesome...

I maybe want too much... or not enough.

I'm not looking for anything serious, but I don't want to rule anything out just in case I meet someone really cool. If I meet anyone at all.

I'm not big on personal ads, and I'm not big on asking friends to set me up with their friends. I don't know how to meet people in the real world. Gone are the days when I can leave my dorm room door open, and cute guys will walk by and invite me to Perkins. I'm not comfortable with bars... bars are for getting laid, not a boyfriend.

That's definitely what I want right now, just a boyfriend. And not a serious one. I want someone I can trust, more like a friend with benefits, but less casual.

I know exactly what I want.

This is like finding a well-fitting women's button-up white shirt. You see a lot of other people with them, they look really cute and classy, but when ever I go out looking for one, I can't find one that fits right and is in my price range!

I guess, I'm out there, but I'm not trying hard...

and there is Cute Caribou Boy... maybe this week I'll figure out his name.