Twinkies

Check this out. Mom got Pax out of bed the other morning and brought him down and little did she know, until we pointed out, that she and Pax were TWINS!!

 Night before I hit up the Hawks game again with Dad.

And get this - on our walk back to the bus we ran into Harold. You remember Harold the Rickshaw Driver, from THIS POST? Well, that night we couldn't pay Harold because we didn't have any cash but he wanted to take us home anyway and said to pay it forward. So it was amazing that we could hitch a ride with him and pay him back from our last ride.

Harold had two humongous fur blankets that we had on in the back of the rickshaw to keep us warm, so of we went through the west side streets with the music blaring again - this time Prince - and Harold got us home safely yet again.

Who Needs Two?!!

So we're about to eat dinner tonight and all of a sudden dad gets the urge to see when his first Hawks game of the year is and, lo and behold, it's tonight!!

So down the hatch go the pork chops and carrots and with a quick snap of the camera with the rest of the members of the Dorky Blackhawks Hat Family Fan Club...

we're off. CTA app says the bus is still 20 minutes out so we hitch an Ubercab to the game.

After an ice cream cone and a basket of buttery popcorn, and two Hawks goals...

we call it a success. So the best part of the night is over, right? Not. Even. Close.

We run into Harold, who owns this treacherously radical rickshaw complete with a massive stereo system, flashing neon lights, 5 bells, two horns and a chicken that sirens like a police siren.

Harold proceeds to ride us through, hmmm, how shall I put this... the not-so-amazing parts of town...

blaring 70's classic rock

until he safely drops us at our home, but not before he does this outlandish 360-degree spin move in the middle of the intersection near our house with me in the back.

Thank you, Harold. A spaceship would not have been a cooler mode of transportation home. The kicker? We told him while standing back at the bus stop at the United Center we had no cash on us and he said he'd take us home anyway. So when they say there are no free rides in life, well, they haven't met my man Harold and his blinking chicken siren rickshaw.