TB
Not as in Turberculosous…
…Taco Bell bitches.
As a pretty conscious eater, I felt no restraint when Taco Bell was calling my name at 1 in the morning after a night of drinking. With a group of friends I guess all health inhibitions are just thrown to shit.
But I suppose the point of this post was to further reinforce my love of Chicago…and I will tell you why.
We departed a shitty Lincoln Park bar, then went to this kid Ryan’s place and then only to realize we are drunk and hungry. So being the greatest city in the country we could go anywhere are intoxicated hearts desired. We decided to walk 3 blocks to the “L”, ride 2 stops north to Wrigleyville (only to find more drunks stumbling around in public), and then pay 4 bucks to get fake Mexican food that would result in a stomach ache and the shits. But hey, it’s the freedom right…we were just merely exercising our mobilitly because we could.
Oh—and we felt the need to shout TB obnoxiously to people keeping to themselves on CTA.
“I heard TB is easier to get if you have AIDS.”
Sincerely,
Guilty Calories
