I take the El downtown every day for work. It takes about 30 minutes, unless it’s one of those glorious days when my transfer train is waiting for me at Fullerton, in which case travel time gets cut down to 10. In any case, the El takes driving out of my life, which I greatly appreciate. With trains, buses and cabs, I have no need for a car in Chicago. That being said, there is one big thing you can do in a car that you can’t do on public transportation: sing and dance. I have been known, on occasion, to belt it out and groove along to the radio while driving in my car. I was on the train today, listening to RENT Radio on Pandora (all original Broadway cast RENT and Glee tunes. It was glorious) when it occurred to me:
What if I am singing out loud? What if I am doing my little happy dance and don’t even know it?
Then I started thinking about what IF I did just break out into song and dance on the train? What if I did try to coordinate my fellow riders to do the “La Vie Boheme” dance, using the train car as our own personal Life Cafe? It was at this point where I really started question my self-control and thought it best to change my Pandora station.
Lady Gaga Radio did not help calm my fear that I would break out into spontaneous dance.
Bringing my car home for a trunk show for work and then leaving it there was probably not the best idea.
