FYI their tacos are not as good as mine:
Being a weekend, the place closed at 10pm and being alcoholics, we migrated across the street to Boomer Jacks where they stayed open a wee bit longer. There we quenched our thirst and muddled up our motor skills by taking advantage of $2 draft night.
We got home well before our usual time and decided that this liquid courage shouldn't go to waste. I'll admit: I was the instigator, but Chicago was a willing participant. We decided to take our pictures with some well known statutes around the city; starting with the cowboy and steer right next to our apartment.
We then made our way to the Courthouse which unfortunately did not have a Lady Justice I could hi-five. We did go to the Water Gardens for a little cartwheeling which was a giant FAIL on our part. It basically consisted of us falling on our head and back.
Chicago fared just as poorly as I did.
Well, after that there's only one thing to do and that's go wading in water that every homeless person in the downtown area has probably relieved themselves in. I did not consider that at the time I jumped in.
Finally, the night wouldn't be complete with me jumping on the ivy covered longhorn in Sundance Square. I've driven and walked by this thing for 3 1/2 years and I've always wanted my picture taken on it. Tonight, folks, was the night this wish came true. After carefully looking out for the police bike patrols, I got a running start and BAM! crashed right into the side of the bull. I didn't think this plan out. It basically consisted of:
(1) Running At Bull
(2) ....
(3) Being on Top and Taking Picture
I left something out. So I had to get Chicago to give me a boost.
And 5 seconds later a bike cop appeared out of nowhere and simply asked, "Hey, whatcha doin' there?"
Nice lookout job, Chicago.
We explained why we were running around the streets at 1am and since it appeared he was bored and we didn't break anything (I'm shocked as hell that I didn't break off the horns in my attempt to jump up on the longhorn) he let us go on our merry way.
Bonus: He posed for a pic with me. Tip of the Stetson to the Ft. Worth Bike Patrol. Stand up dudes in my book.
Mission: Run the Streets of Cowtown like Steve Fontaine
Status: Accomplished!
postscript: We also Seran-wrapped Law Review's car. She.Was.Pissed. the next morning. Probably should've gone statute hopping with us, darlin', instead of going home early like an old woman ;)
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