Free Art Museum day!

So, yesterday, I decided to go downtown and visit my long lost Marine best friend. We were both voted most artistic in high school, so we decided to hit up the art museum.

Before this could happen though, I had to take the Metra down. So, I arrive at the Metra station with about 5 minutes to spare. I run over to the station and hang out, checking the front of the building to see if I had to pay for parking. As this is going on, a cop yells to me "EXCUSE ME, are you even going to ATTEMPT to pay the meter, MA'AM?" I spin around and say "Well, yes, but where!?" And he got totally surly as he took me to the machine. So, I whip out my whopping $1.50 and he can't get the machine to work. He keeps trying to get it to go, and as he does, my train pulls up. I, aggravated, say under my breath 'Great, now I'm missing my train.' He quickly steps back and says :

"Well, Miss, it's a $25 ticket otherwise."
"Okay, I don't want a ticket, so I'll hurry." (machine doesn't work)
"Just GO."
"No, You're going to give me a ticket!"
"No, just GO."
So I run to the train....and the doors shut. Really? REALLY?! I punch the door and start to walk away when the conductor opens the door and says "Hurry Miss!" Thanks, guy. So I get on the train knowing full well this cock-sucker cop is going to do something. Sure enough, he ended up giving me a $50.00 ticket for not having a city sticker. You piece of shit cop. You have an income, and that's more than HALF my unemployment for the week. God Damnit! You can bet that 50 bucks the memo line on my check will say "FUCK YOU OFFICER DICKFACE!"

Anyhow, the art museum kicked ass. I schooled Mr. Marine in the modern art wing- which I was fully impressed with myself for having retained that ridiculous amount of information! Go me, I learned in college! Who'd have thought?! After that, we picked up some beer, cooked a pizza and watched some movies. Pretty legit. It was great knowing that after about 4 years, nothing had changed at all.Well, maybe we're less immature and we didn't argue but those are good changes! It was good times considering the fact that nothing is panning out.

No word from ANY jobs. No unemployment check. No lotto winning. No Sugar daddies. Come on! Something! So, I'm instead gonna pack my bags and hit up the lake house this weekend for my first legal drinking age bachelorette party. Speaking of, I must get off my ass and pack things and get gone. Ahh, another day in the life of a Quarter Life Crises.