My kind of commute

After an agonizingly quiet day at my exec assistant gig, I was released early (maybe it was good behavior). On one hand, this meant I had a fighting chance of actually getting on the first bus that came by (I regularly have to let 2 buses pass because there isn't enough room for a chihuahua, let alone me and the green bag.) But since it was so unbelievably gorgeous, I just started walking. And ended up walking the 3+ miles home.

Part of the way up Dearborn, I realised that I could be by the water instead of just pounding pavement, so I headed east (and out of my way) to get to the Lake. I was impressed by the number of people out before 5 on a Monday. And they didn't all look like tourists. Maybe they were clever locals who were "sick" today. There were bikers, hacky-sackers, and a sad 80s reject. Like suddenly understood the expression "kick your ass into next year". Because looking at this aging "rocker" with his bleached blonde curly mullet, no shirt, trying desperately to grab someone's attention as he posed by his cheesy red and immaculate Ferrari, I got the distinct impression someone knocked this tool's ass into the next milennium.

It was fun finding the sun between the shadows of the buildings, which do cool things to the look of the lake. And I saved bus fare!

on iTunes: "Jetsetter" - Morningwood