Snippy At SummerDance

After a tension-filled day of unpleasantries at work, Mary Ann reminded me of my promise to attend tango night at SummerDance.  No way I was actually going to dance, but I had said I would go hear the music.  Mary Ann, for those of you who don’t know, was born in Argentina.  She speaks like where she was raised, though — Hillside, Illinois.  They don’t even have a hill, by the way.

We took a bus to Chinatown and the Red Line downtown from there.  Here are a few shots from the Chinatown station:

The only way I could think of to have fun at SummerDance was to mock people out and annoy Mary Ann.  Childish?  Yep.  Do I apologize?  Nope.

There was a guy with a blue blanket covered with images of skiers.  He bugged me by standing in front of us, so I created the legend of The Ski Master:

done

Then I moved around for a closer view of the “dancing”:

done

On the way back, our last CTA connection, the Cermak bus, took about 40 minutes to show up.  Thanks to you, too, CTA.  And you were doing such a nice job until then.

The bus did eventually drop us off at the Skylark, where the good company (aided by a few beverages) took the edge off the pain.  I would have bought the Ski Master a beer, but he never showed.