i spied a taco place called Velvet Tacos tonight on Rush Street. of course i had to take a picture.

as i was lining up my shot, i heard a deep voice behind me, talking to a buddy, about the Velvet Taco place and commenting that they should also take a picture.

me being me, i offered up, its almost as good as Pink Taco. as i turned around to see my new friends, the one guy was like, oh, i was talking to him … obviously worried he may have offended me. i laughed and asked if they’d heard of Pink Taco. they had not. i told them that it’s the creation of a Morton heir and they were like, oh really, where is one!?!?

the eldest in the group then thanked me for getting the younger man started. he then told me Pink Taco sounded like the movies the younger man watched.

laughing so hard.

we are at the ferris wheel. we bought the premium tickets to be in the one glass bottom pod. the guy didn’t look at our tickets and tried to put us in a regular pod. i was like, excuse me, that floor is opaque. he looked at our tickets again and asked us to step aside. one of the employees started chanting VIP, VIP, VIP. it was glorious

for some reason, whenever i hear “gin and juice,” i always think snoop is drinking gin and grapefruit juice. i don’t know why. but today, in a moment of clarity, i realized he could be referring to orange, or frankly, any kind of juice.

maybe i thought this because i’m on the 94 headed into downtown chicago and passed OJ’s alibi hotel. who knows.