I call my roommate Pooh. He's popular on Bigger City. We're not lovers, nor ever messed around, but I swear, we're just like a married couple. Been besties since 1995. He calls me Pig. Because I've swallowed most of the bi-married men visiting Chicago's hotel rooms.
The cuisine...it's the cuisine. Doesn't matter if I go to Mamasita's House of Tortas #3, Taco Bell, or Chipotle. If you're over 40 y.o., one fucking tortilla = 2 hours of biking along the Lakefront path.
Sorry to ding y'all, but let's be honest: Little of CTA's public art looks good after a few years. Most of it becomes neglected and dated. Honestly, when was the last time y'all cleaned the glass piece at Kedzie? The Addison "art" looks like the building's been tagged. No one really cares.
I just love how you guys don't spend one dime to make new stations look nice. I mean, there was a time @chicagocta.bsky.social TRIED to make stations look a little inviting and part of the neighborhood.
Don't do it unless: 1) You're severely losing your hair. 2) You're a tall Central European who walks around in Adidas tracksuits all day. 4) Have more hair on your body than your head. Baring all that, maybe give it a few years.
When I was in my 20s, I routinely asked hotel hookups if I could stay over. I'd accompany them to the breakfast buffet. I assume I was better company than their wives.
