This is the last holiday post, I promise.
I have been looking for the CTA Holiday Train since I saw it’s schedule while riding the EL home from work in late November. It’s a train that is decorated with lights and bows and more lights and there’s even a flatbed where Santa and his sleigh ride. It changes tracks during the month of December so it’s always on a different train line. The day it was on the Red Line, I waited and watched 3 trains go by, hoping to see it. No luck. I figured that the Holiday CTA Train would pass me by this season. But then, Lady Luck shined down on me last Tuesday. I was hurrying home from work because i was hosting a cocktail party. I was at the Fullerton Train Stop when I glanced over at the Purple Line waiting on the other side. There it was. It was no longer just a regular CTA train; it was a CTA train that Christmas had thrown up on (see above picture). I flew out of my seat, grabbed my camera and started explaining to everyone around me how amazing it was, how I had been waiting all month to see this glorious display of Christmas spirit (definitely not my coolest moment in life)…and then doors shut. I had been so excited to soak in the festiveness that I didn’t even think to get on board. Damn. Next year, I suppose. I was still really, embarrassingly, overly excited.
Then, a mere 19 hours later, I saw Vince Vaughn. Again, not my coolest moment. I tried so hard to play it cool but it was freaking Vince Vaughn! Honestly, for the first 3 months of our relationship, all Ryan and I did was quote Wedding Crashers and we just watched Four Christmases last weekend. Vince (yes, since he wished me a Merry Christmas, I can call him Vince) came into my place of employment with his fiancee and he was tall and had not shaved in days and was much more attractive than I thought he was. I definitely gawked but omg. It was Vince Vaughn.
I’m off to try to become a version of myself that doesn’t jump up and down and giggle when I see things that excite me.