A fitting end to a bad week

So the perfect storm should have now passed. Friday marked Spring Break, the first week of the Dan Ryan reconstruction, the Cubs home opener, and for the commuters, another Friday. Add all of these things together and you get a train running with every possible square inch of being occupied, including the aisles, vestibules, and even the bathrooms on the 4pm train. Luckily the posse planned well, so we had alcohol to make things a little bit better.

Myself, Nerd, Bitch, Parttimer, NDBill, Rarely Quiet, DirtyHippie, and a couple of FOCs (Friends of Commuters) was the crowd, and surprisingly we made it into a pretty good time. The drinks consisted of 6 rolling rock (gone by Kennsington), 6 Lites, 6 Bud Selects (not too bad for a Bud actually), and 6 of some Smirnov chick drink, which were completely and utterly comsumed by the desparate commuters.

Some of the highlights included:
-emergency crews trying to figure out how to get a man who had a seizure off of the train at 12th street, while police arrived on the other side of the platform.
-Finding out a Cook County Cop was standing with a sweater over badge while SOMEONE was talking about doing a drive by on Jack Parsons, the scourge of the South Shore.
-A lady being considerate enough to lend me the perfect combination of stand to lean on, and beerholder... Also known as a dual baby carriage.

I know there are others, but of course, I didn't write them down, so I forgot. Feel free to fill my email box/the comments with the other stories.