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my life the last couple of days has been a riot. late night (slightly drunk) trips to Michigan to go skinny dipping ended in no such a dip and where the hell are all the public beaches? oh yeah, 20 miles north. a campfire would have been nice that night and a forty to keep the party going. I haven't pulled an all nighter like that since sophmore year of college. Thanks guys.
last night, began with slow service and dinner. about two hours later we waddled out of the restaurant stuffed full of beer and pseudo brueshetta (at an italian place! an insult) and other various forms of gluttony. decided that this night would be the night we went to the hideout and not pay a cover, it was wednesday right? who charges cover. the hideout, eight dollars. fuck it. not worth listening to experimental noise you last night with the crew, postal service, maybe. still nostalgia is the pits. pressed on from the hideout located in the industrial epicenter of chicago. you would not know this place existed except for a old wood sign with the words "hideout" and an arrow scrawled across it. no one wanted to go to any bars i mentioned after until the hancock building standing off in the distance caught my eye. SIGNATURE ROOM!/SIGNATURE LOUNGE! that's right partied 96 floors above chicago. drank a bottle of champagne and cheersed to capote and then to something but i don't really remember. then there was talk about ditching out on the bill, one by one, but i think that the server caught on because within two minutes she placed a bill on the table apologizing about the slow service. hmmm, perhaps a chicago trend? or at least the theme of the night. that's for damn sure. left snobsville after getting lingering glances from older men and came to the conclusion that this night would be a good night to start whoring, pretty woman style. ha. Big mistake, big. mistake. huge. rooftop hangout sleepytime champagne hangover. all and all good fucking night. i became sad once, when i was staring at them, my crew since beginning of college and realize that i won't have them anymore. but that is life and growing up and moving on. i'm ready. chicago, it's been fun. i'll be back, just you wait and see. who am i kidding, saturday will be a black day. i will most likely spend the drive sobbing like a little bitch. great.
last night, began with slow service and dinner. about two hours later we waddled out of the restaurant stuffed full of beer and pseudo brueshetta (at an italian place! an insult) and other various forms of gluttony. decided that this night would be the night we went to the hideout and not pay a cover, it was wednesday right? who charges cover. the hideout, eight dollars. fuck it. not worth listening to experimental noise you last night with the crew, postal service, maybe. still nostalgia is the pits. pressed on from the hideout located in the industrial epicenter of chicago. you would not know this place existed except for a old wood sign with the words "hideout" and an arrow scrawled across it. no one wanted to go to any bars i mentioned after until the hancock building standing off in the distance caught my eye. SIGNATURE ROOM!/SIGNATURE LOUNGE! that's right partied 96 floors above chicago. drank a bottle of champagne and cheersed to capote and then to something but i don't really remember. then there was talk about ditching out on the bill, one by one, but i think that the server caught on because within two minutes she placed a bill on the table apologizing about the slow service. hmmm, perhaps a chicago trend? or at least the theme of the night. that's for damn sure. left snobsville after getting lingering glances from older men and came to the conclusion that this night would be a good night to start whoring, pretty woman style. ha. Big mistake, big. mistake. huge. rooftop hangout sleepytime champagne hangover. all and all good fucking night. i became sad once, when i was staring at them, my crew since beginning of college and realize that i won't have them anymore. but that is life and growing up and moving on. i'm ready. chicago, it's been fun. i'll be back, just you wait and see. who am i kidding, saturday will be a black day. i will most likely spend the drive sobbing like a little bitch. great.