Relaxing in Chicago at Belac’s apartment. We went to Ryan’s audition early this morning and since I woke up this morning my life has been a sitcom!

-Ryan and I walk to the train station
-The ATM is nowhere near the machine to load your card with money
-Man at the ticket booth has no money to make change
-We finally get through and totally miss the first train
-Waiting for the next one a man comes walking up the stairs screaming at the top of his lungs about an “F’n B” (if you catch my drift). He’s screaming and screaming and telling people to “GET OUT OF MY WAY” etc. No one knew who he was talking TO but he just keeeept screaming. So then the lady next to us was like “it is TOO early for this…(and then yells to the man) if it’s that bad the third rail is riiiight there. If it’s that bad JUMP!” she was our friend instantly. So then the train security calls the police cause the man will NOT stop screaming. The police come around at the same time our train does so I miss whatever amazing cops episode might have resulted.

-The train announcer announces our stop will be next and then proceeds to completely pass it. The other people on the train were going “uhh- they just passed our stop!” and so we had to get off at the next one. At this point our ridiculous adventure had taken almost an hour- instead of about 30 minutes and by the time we get off the train it is 4 minutes until Ryan’s audition and we have several blocks to cover so we just run.

Running down the streets of Chicago, bolt into the hotel where the auditions are being held, dash into the elevator where Ryan starts to strip off her walking shoes and sweatpants she wore under her dress, I’m snatching them and grabbing her coat so she can get ready. The other people in the elevator think we’re insane…or…that they finally know what Superman did in the phone booth-

either/ or…But she made it there and the lady running it was super nice and gave her time to catch her breath before she auditioned.
-We head back and catch the train- which miraculously stops where it’s supposed to this time. Then head back to Caleb’s only to encounter ANOTHER screamer on the way back.

Some lady screaming in the street how if she had been able to keep her job she would have been able to save her family and how she owed “them” NOTHING. I’m starting to think or train screamer and our street screamer are married and just haven’t found a healthy way to vent their frustration yet. I’ve heard foam bats work wonders.
-Now we’ve been chilling at Caleb’s all day- catching up on all the things I haven’t been able to make fun of him for in years- (dyslexia, gay, overly ticklish knees, you know- the good stuff).
(this- by the way is a picture I drew of Caleb in college that he had on his facebook page- I am the best artist in the world)
We had a great time with Jimmy & Jo in Michigan City too- they are doing wonderful in their beautiful doll-house castle. We ate out, did some time at Vegas Baby in the Blue Chip Casino with the Journey Cover Band- (what are the odds?) and had a great time catching up there too.
Also- I’ve suddenly gotten a case of the sitcom stumbles- since I’ve been at Caleb’s I’ve…
-Thrown an entire bowl of cereal on his kitchen floor
-Almost launched a hot dog to his death on the floor
-Almost face planted at the grocery store on a smashed grape (I love making wine…it’s fermenting as we speak)
So…if it involves food and the floor I better just stay away- I’m hanging out in carpeted areas until further notice.
(Mom…you have some ’splaining to do…)