HB to me

Late addition to this.

SLPTG and I spent most of last week visiting fam.
First person since HER to meet fam. Wait. Only person to meet fam other than HER. Hmm. Well, that's alright. Just a sign of me.

The trip went well. To MDW, rent a car, drive the remainder. Coming out of MDW versus ORD seems to be less costly. Fewer toll booths. Fewer times to curse out the person in front of you who waits till they get to the front of the automatic line to start looking for money for tolls.

Ahh, sweet Toll Road. Interstate 80 You nasty bitch. You haven't raised your rates in 10 years. Maybe more. The sweet sound of $2.00 as I exit your road make me feel almost grateful to have driven on your blacktop (sounds kinda dirty, don't you think?)

Arrived late night. Slept horribly. SLPTG did well with the fam. Entertained, was gracious, grateful and cordial.
Spent much of the time with my bro. Saw mom for a while. Couldn’t get any time away to spend any time by myself or talk; next time.

Returned home via Chicago. I’m beginning to think the city of Chicago has something personally against me. Why, oh why, fair city of Chicago do you have to torment me? I loved you when I was younger. Spent many hours at concerts at many of your venues. Enjoyed Concrete Blonde at the Vic on St. Pat’s day. I’ve been to a dozen or more Cubs games, yet you still taunt me with your traffic. Your potholes. Your meathead drivers. I swear every time I drive out of Chicago, it’ll be my last, but I get lured in to complete the task again. Sort of a personal vendetta.

Stayed swanky downtown. Spent way too much on food and lodging, but SLPTG and I felt we should splurge. Well, mostly me, but she went along.

Back to town, back to the grind.

HB.

-Rusty.