Chicago to Austin via Atlanta
Market Days in Chicago was fun fun fun.
Sunday was crazy as hell. I wore a tank top in public.
Robert and I went with another guest to a bar, where pitchers were ordered and the drinking began. We went back home for a little bit, then went out again, this time taking along Robert's roomie, Andy. We went by several vendor booths, then headed over to Sidekicks, the biggest gay bar I have ever seen. Actually, I had seen it several years ago when I went to Chicago with a coworker; but the bar has since expanded. They play video clips there from shows and movies; and the crowd sings and yells along, in a Rocky-Horror-Picture-Show fashion.
Robert was getting tired, and so he and I went back home, at which point I updated on being 50% drunky. Lots of other people were there, including several out of town guests.
Steve and
Christian were done making making babies I think, and somehow I ended up in the kitchen with them downing my 5th shot of Yagermeister. By this point,
Stephen had shown up with some food and a giddy smile on his face. I'm not sure if this was related to his recent sex-on-the-el-train fantasy or not, but I'd like to think so. More people kept coming in, and before I knew it,
Jen, who I had met on my last Chicago visit, was in the kitchen talking shit with the rest of us. She seems like a cool girl.
Before I knew what was going on, Jen, Christian, and Steve (and possibly others) dragged me -- not that I was kicking and screaming, mind you -- to Berlin for more drinks and dancing, where other people were, including
Michelle, who got a good impression of me despite my drunken state. Steve and I were secretly bumming cigs off people, as if the others around us wouldn't notice us smoking them. The night started to blur, and I made my way to the dance floor dancing for what seemed like a 30 minutes, but was probably more like 2-3 hours. I'll have to verify that with Christian. Before I knew it, I was leaving the club during the last song, and my phone had directions back to Christian's apartment. That was cool that he thought to do that, as I was pretty damn drunk still at 4:30am. I made my way back, followed by a guy who had paired up with me on the dance floor. He wanted to hook up, but I was only out for dancing, so I thanked him for his company and went up to the apartment to crash.
Now I'm back in Austin, but my bag hasn't made it back here yet. They were last seen in Atlanta, where I had a layover. I'm hoping Delta will call me tomorrow to confirm that my bag is being delivered. Christian, it looks like no-lost-bags streak is over!
Sunday was crazy as hell. I wore a tank top in public.
Robert and I went with another guest to a bar, where pitchers were ordered and the drinking began. We went back home for a little bit, then went out again, this time taking along Robert's roomie, Andy. We went by several vendor booths, then headed over to Sidekicks, the biggest gay bar I have ever seen. Actually, I had seen it several years ago when I went to Chicago with a coworker; but the bar has since expanded. They play video clips there from shows and movies; and the crowd sings and yells along, in a Rocky-Horror-Picture-Show fashion.
Robert was getting tired, and so he and I went back home, at which point I updated on being 50% drunky. Lots of other people were there, including several out of town guests.
Steve and
Christian were done making making babies I think, and somehow I ended up in the kitchen with them downing my 5th shot of Yagermeister. By this point,
Stephen had shown up with some food and a giddy smile on his face. I'm not sure if this was related to his recent sex-on-the-el-train fantasy or not, but I'd like to think so. More people kept coming in, and before I knew it,
Jen, who I had met on my last Chicago visit, was in the kitchen talking shit with the rest of us. She seems like a cool girl.
Before I knew what was going on, Jen, Christian, and Steve (and possibly others) dragged me -- not that I was kicking and screaming, mind you -- to Berlin for more drinks and dancing, where other people were, including
Michelle, who got a good impression of me despite my drunken state. Steve and I were secretly bumming cigs off people, as if the others around us wouldn't notice us smoking them. The night started to blur, and I made my way to the dance floor dancing for what seemed like a 30 minutes, but was probably more like 2-3 hours. I'll have to verify that with Christian. Before I knew it, I was leaving the club during the last song, and my phone had directions back to Christian's apartment. That was cool that he thought to do that, as I was pretty damn drunk still at 4:30am. I made my way back, followed by a guy who had paired up with me on the dance floor. He wanted to hook up, but I was only out for dancing, so I thanked him for his company and went up to the apartment to crash.
Now I'm back in Austin, but my bag hasn't made it back here yet. They were last seen in Atlanta, where I had a layover. I'm hoping Delta will call me tomorrow to confirm that my bag is being delivered. Christian, it looks like no-lost-bags streak is over!