We may have met at one of Justin’s birthday parties a year or so ago, but I first recall talking to Rena at Kent and Christine’s wedding. At the actual ceremony, we both noticed we had the exact same camera, which was pretty neat. I got to hang out with her a bit, when a bunch of us played Grand Theft Auto. But the next time we met, it was her farewell party.
| Rena, showing off the celebratory fireworks she received as a going-away gift from Rob and Gretchen.
| Dave and Kent help get things fired up.
| Great shot of Rob and Gretchen, watching their fireworks getting set off. Thanks to Rob, I’m going to start to have this association between Kent’s lawn and bottle rockets.
| I like this shot a lot. :)
| Rena lights off the last two.
| I snapped a quick photo of the kitchen. There were a ton of candles everywhere, and the kitchen was dark and comfortable and inviting.
| The troops gather. For some reason, there was mention of hitting the train tracks. Next thing you know, everyone’s waiting onthe yard, we have a big bottle of wine, and Kent has a stepladder.
| Alley-oop! Dave missed out on this last time, when Kent, Rob and I explored the tracks together. So I’m happy I got a shot of him, climbing up.
| Rena gets a boost from Stu.
| An old Air-Jordan shoe, in remarkably good condition. In retrospect, I’m not even sure why I took this picture. Boy, if I had a nickel for every time…
| Up on the tracks. Despite the heavy foliage, there was a bit of a path, and it seemed to be well-worn.
| Everyone stopped somewhere between Damen and Milwaukee, but a few of us (me, Kent, Dave and Stu) wanted to explore a bit further. We found ourselves near Milwaukee, and fairly close to the El. We bandied around a bit, but headed back as Rena was feeling pretty tired.
At this point, Stu decides he’s going to take off, and departs on his own. He hops a fence, zig-zags down the side, and heads off down Milwaukee.
| Stop this crazy thing, I want off!
This is near Damen, where the tracks near a yard, and some stairs ease our passage to street level. It’s a hell of a lot easier getting down than it is getting up.
I end up saying goodbye to everyone, as I’m pretty hungry at this point. Kent decides to go with me, and we head over to Bar Louie for a late snack. Nothing tastes quite as good as cheeseburgers at 2 in the morning.
About an hour later, Kent and I shake hands at Wabansia and Wolcott and call it a night.