Day 2 - Part 3 "A train ticket home or a shot of 1800 tequila"

After tiring ourselves out walking around the navy pier (stock) and making up that Dave has a little sister named Macy so we could sneak into a volleyball tournament, we decided not to stick around for the Land Shark beer garden and made our way back to the train station. The taxi ride back rivals the Indiana Jones ride at Disneyland because the threat of death was real. We had just enough time to hit the bar before loading the train so Aaron and I, considering the time we had, ordered a shot of tequila. The bartender, whether out of spite or genius, then poured 1800 into 2 shot glasses and charged us the equivalent to the train ride home. I know I made it sound like we had to choose between the two in the title but we did both.

Dave expertly chose an empty car for us to ride in but the rush hour traffic loaded up the whole train. We didn't realize that we got on the car reserved for tuberculosis patients. The train was filling up quickly except for the row with a whooping cough gentlemen who clearly was trying to expel his inner demons into our breathing air. Though his efforts were valiant, he still ended up with a seat partner. That poor lady…