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Okay, sooooo. Here is everything that happened to me while I was in Chicago over the weekend. As always, I didn't bother to edit it and worked on it while paying attention to lots of other things. It took me almost 24 hours to actually finish. I used to pad so that these things would be longer but now I don't even have to try and it ends up being six pages. Go writing.
Alright, after letting about 400 things distract me, it’s about time for my obligatory post-trip LiveJournal update. Let me preface this by saying that the worst thing about trips are that they eventually come to an end.
So, maybe you saw my away message this weekend. Maybe you didn’t. In case you don’t know, I was in Chicago to visit my wonderful little Gayliekins. My dear friend Matthew Turner accompanied me and his presence was very much appreciated. Most of my journeys seem to be taken alone and while that is always an adventure, not being alone for my treks across the country is nice.
We left Michigan at some point on Friday. I don’t really remember what point this was. Originally, we’d had it in our heads that we would take the train, as that is the only way I know to get to Chicago. But then the train was stupid and sold out so we did the practical thing and drove. And by “we”, I of course mean Turner, because letting me drive to Chicago would not very practical.
The drive to Chicago pretty much involves one step and that is staying on I-94 so my job as a navigator was pretty limited. We decided to be cheesy as fuck so we listened to Illinois on our trip to Illinois. Mr. Stevens did his job and then I let Mr. Meloy take us the rest of the way there because I have a crush on him and can’t really bring myself to listen to anything else for long periods of time.
So, we got there. I wish there were more eventful driving stories to share with you but there were not. Turner did randomly pull off the road for no discernable reason at some point in Indiana but that was about it. Once we hit Evanston, Gayle’s overly-complicated directions lead us to her apartment with ease. We made her come find us and she wore a blanket and one rape tunnel later we were back at her apartment.
The worst thing that I can say about the apartment is that you have to climb like 40 flights of stairs to get to it. I don’t particularly care for walking or movement and stairs are not a plus. Other than that, Gayle’s place is a swingin’ bachelor pad sans bachelors. At the time, I can’t really think of any other apartments I’ve been to, but in the case that I have been to other apartments, Gayle’s was definitely the nicest I’ve ever seen. Evidently they have a massive dust problem which I failed to notice but when you don’t have keen cleaning senses that girls come equipped with you tend to miss out on dust. I think the point of this sentence was to point out that I thought the apartment was really nice and hip and would someplace I would have liked to live if I were the apartment living type but to be honest with you, I left like twenty minutes go by between this giant sentence and the previous sexist statement and I don’t really remember or care why I typed it.
Gayle has a nice bed and it’s on the floor and the first thing we did was pile on top of the bed because driving takes a lot out of you. Or watching Turner drive. Whatever. We were waiting for a picture to arrive that Gayle had accidentally acquired during some sort of auction. I don’t remember what the picture looked liked but the wall I said it should have been hung on would be the proper wall to hang it on and Annie agreed with me. Gayle’s just a douche.
I don’t know what happened after this. I think at some point Lila came back and that’s when I met her. Lila’s one of the roommates. I’ve been hearing about her for a long time and I think I was expecting to hate her though I’m not sure why. Gayle was kind enough to inform me that Lila was scared to meet me as she’d heard so many stories about me and was intimidated. It’s nice to know that I have a reputation as a badass but I don’t think I really deserve it.
So, Lila didn’t look anything like I’d imagined. I think my stereotypical vision of a Jewish girl is fat and gross. At the very least, Lila is not fat. You might think she’s gross, I don’t know. I didn’t actually think that she was gross but you all may have your own opinion or just not like Jews and I can’t fault you for that. Anyway, the thing about Lila is that she seemed to suffer from the Andrea Wosik disease. The Andrea Wosik disease is something I just made up a few seconds ago as a way to describe people that don’t make me nervous when I first meet them. Most people make me nervous when I first meet them and this nervousness lasts until I am forced to be around them for extended periods of time. I assume at some point in time this didn’t happen or I wouldn’t have any friends, but over the course of the past few years the only people that I can really think of that were like this would be Ms. Andrea Wosik and Lila. This entire paragraph has been a waste.
Ann also came home. Gayle introduced us even though we’ve already met. Multiple times, methinks. Gayle is stupid.
After there were people around and we figured out that the picture we were waiting on was never coming, Gayle took us on a tour of campus. This was the first tour I’d ever taken of campus (this is a lie). I made sure to point out how much fun it was to be shown around for the very first time and it was very obnoxious. I’m sure Turner appreciated all the things which were new to him but I was just cold. Water is a lot nicer in the summer. After campus, we got dinner at a pizza place in Evanston and it was quality pizza.
The plans for after dinner were to head to the grocery store to get some cookie making supplies and to make cookies with said supplies. Then we were going to watch Clue while playing Clue (hopefully while drinking heavily) because that is very funny. Thankfully, those plans fell through (Not that I don’t love making cookies but watching a movie while playing a board game of the same name? I was worried about fun overload) as Gayle got a phone call, presumably from another person in which we were asked if we wanted to go see Mee-Ow, NU’s very own improv/comedy troupe. I was a bit wary about going to see “comedy” because nothing is funny but we were at a smart school, so what the hell?
We got to the place in which the comedy was set to take place and were joined by Lila, her brother “Billy”, “Molly”, and Dave. Billy and Molly are both going to Northwestern next year and act far too old for their age. I will probably never see them again. I don’t really know why I put their names in quotes because those really are their names. The entire weekend I wanted to call Billy “David” because that seemed a lot funnier.
Anyway, the comedy. If the program is being honest with me, the night’s performance was called “Mee-Ow Pulls Out Of Iraq”. Political humor?! I daresay I was intrigued. Mee-Ow split up their show like this. 1/3 of it was improv. Improv worked just like it does on Whose Line, “games” with a bit of help from the audience. 1/3 of it was scripted which I liked the most because I like things that have scripts. The remaining 1/3 consisted of Rock/Roll. There was a band and they would play a song and one of the members of Mee-Ow would come sing the song as the rest of the members would dance around on stage like retards. I don’t remember everything but we were treated to but we did get lovely renditions of Hilary Duff, Kelly Clarkston, Gwen Stefani, George Michael/Limp Bizkit, and the Beastie Boys. Despite the fact that this sounds lame, it was actually kind of cool.
I won’t relate all the funny stories from the night because who the hell wants to read about comedy someone else watched? I’m well aware that hearing about these things from me isn’t that funny. But, there was something which I feel I must repeat. They did manage to perform a sketch which was probably the most offensive thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not the kind of person that is easily offended, so that’s quite a feat. I will warn you, this is horribly insensitive. If you’re the kind of person that doesn’t find national tragedies funny, you might want to ignore this but those of you with a cold, black, contorted lump of something where you heart should be, keep reading!
Anyway, most of the skits had an Iraq theme. So, this one featured two soldiers who were just getting back to the States from Iraq. It went a little like this: (Though it probably didn’t go much like this. I’m sorry for butchering it)
GUY 1: Dude, I’m so glad we’re back from Iraq! I can’t wait to party!
GUY 2: Me too! Welcome to New Orleans! Mardi Gras, here we come!
STOPPING AND LOOKING AROUND
GUY 1: Wow, must’ve been some party last night! Everyone is already passed out!
GUY 2: Dude, look at how wet that girl’s t-shirt is! Show us your tits!
END
Yeah, so, needless to say, the audience reaction was very confusing at this point. Most people had no idea whether or not they should laugh. They received a handful of claps (a few of them coming from our area) but most people were just stunned. I have no idea what they did after this because I was too busy laughing my ass off. I’m well aware that I’m going to hell because of that, but oh well. It was awful which seemed to make it even funnier. Maybe you don’t agree with me, but anyone that manages to offend me the way that offended me is funny. Please try not to hate me.
After Mee-Ow we had plans for something which quickly turned into something else. The important part of the story is that we somehow managed to stuff 8 people into a tiny car. I would like to say it was a Civic but I’m afraid that Gayle would correct me if I said the wrong car so I’m just going to leave this part open. Also, for some reason, Turner ended up on top of me instead of vice-versa. It was brilliant planning.
After that we went back to the apartment for some playing of games which involve words. I didn’t play any games because I was tired and it’s hard enough for me to figure out how to spell things when I’m not tired. I’m pretty sure Turner didn’t win but I’m going to say that he did because this is my LiveJournal entry and whatever I say is bound to have some actual truth in it. In this case, Turner did actually play the game and did have the potential to win so it is okay if I’m lying because no one really cares.
Um, after the game we all decided to hit the hay. We had a mini-slumber party in Gayle’s room but I don’t remember if anything eventful happened on the first night. I should have taken notes. Regardless, eventually morning came and we woke up. Showers were taken and then we were on our way to doing stuff.
I don’t know how or why we decided this, but we’d made up our minds that we were going to go to the Art Institute of Chicago. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and then made our way to the L and then on into the city. I love the city and I don’t know why. Part of it is because it’s so different than everything here. Like, the tallest building here ain’t got shit on anything there. I love walking around and being swallowed up by everything. I could probably spend an entire day just walking amongst the people and the buildings and be totally content.
Anyway. Yeah. We got to the art museum and there was some art to be looked at. I can’t really relate this part very well because what am I supposed to say about our time viewing art? I really enjoy looking at paintings but I don’t really have a deep understanding of any of them because I’m not a pretentious artfuck. As thrilling as it would be for all of you to read about “the painterly use of chiaroscuro evident in blah blah blah from the blah blah blah” but I don’t really know what I’m talking about or care. So, that being said, there was some pretty neat shit that I know absolutely nothing about.
While we were looking at some of the modern art, I decided to create a drinking game. You too can play said drinking game if you ever find yourself with a flask of alcohol and some time to kill while you’re in an art museum with a nice collection of modern art. The rules are pretty simple. If you come across a painting which could have easily been painted by a retarded two-year old during an epileptic fit, you take a drink. Had we any alcohol with us, our trio would have been pretty smashed before the day was over. In all seriousness, I’m really glad someone was talented enough to paint a canvas solid red and I think a solid red painting really deserves a prominent display in a popular museum. I also really hope that the museum paid a substantial amount of money for something anyone could have done in a matter of minutes especially as there are so many disgusting homeless people walking all over. Fuck them.
Listen to me whine. It must be Gayle and he icky SESP germs rubbing off on me. Today I cry for the homeless, tomorrow it’s the blacks, Wednesday, who knows!
After enjoying some art I decided that I was hungry. Gayle desperately tried to find me a vendor of food, but apparently such a thing does not exist in Chicago. We hopped back on the L and headed to Clarks where I enjoyed myself some yummy chicken. I think the waitress might have been a bitch.
After food, we shopped! It was my idea to shop and I don’t know why. Gayle took me to some neat vintage stores and we picked out a few shirts and I purchased them. I wanted to find some sort of “sweater” but I didn’t. I almost bought a fedora and I regret that I didn’t. Next time, Paul. Next time. After fun was had shopping, Gayle and Turner went to eat at some Thai place that had a duck in it’s name and I watched them because I don’t like food with noodles. Lila, Molly, and David walked by and we talked to them and then went and did some more shopping.
We piled into Billy’s car after that and I got closer to Molly than I though I would. I learned many amazing things on the way home, like how to pleasure a man’s chest (with a foldout map!) as well as all the dirt on Hilary Duff I could possibly want to know! Though, I didn’t really learn anything about Hilary Duff that I wanted to know. The cover promised they would ask adult questions and they didn’t ask anything I couldn’t find in a teen mag. FUCK YOU COSMO.
Billy dropped the three of us off in Evanston and we tried to do some more shopping but I’m a cheap bastard and stores that aren’t of the vintage nature tend to be expensive so nothing more was purchased. After this, we took the NU shuttle back to the apartment and grabbed Turner’s car. We headed to a futuristic grocery store which literally allows you to pay with your fingerprint (if you register your fingerprint to a bank account) and bought snacks as well as supplies to make cookies. We headed back to the apartment and I swear we were going to make cookies but then we didn’t. Gayle ended up pouring the chocolate chips into a bowl and we ate them while watching Coupling.
I expected Coupling to be so bad that it was good, but instead it actually turned out to be witty and good. I watched the first four episodes from season one on my own today and it seems like a quality series that I will probably try to watch at some point in time.
I don’t really remember the exact order of things after this but shit did go down. The rest of the kids came home and we watched A Cinderella Story and it was reassuring. Then I’m pretty sure we just sat around and shot the shit a little bit. Molly commandeered Lila’s laptop and was fucking with Facebook and I discovered how amusing Northwestern groups tend to be. There were a few failed attempts to play games but Turner ruined that.
Saturday night’s slumber party turned out to be more eventful than Friday’s. The three of us all piled into Gayle’s bed for a massive spooning and talked about life. We applied the theories of group dynamics to all of our social lives and may or may not have learned a thing or two about ourselves. We were overly critical of everyone and everything we know and we all committed to not being stupid anymore even though that probably won’t happen. I did establish this much. I like my life a lot right now. The directions things are headed in make me happy. I’m full-time at Borders which has been my goal for the past few months now. I’m finally an English major which is what I want to do with school, even if I have no idea what I want to do after. I’m very happy to be involved with Intervarsity and look forward to it every week. Being involved with something at school after three years is great, I just wish I’d done it sooner. And everything else is just good. Socially, life is good. I have nothing to complain about and I feel like I’m actually moving in the right direction for the first time in a long time. So, yeah. That’s what I figured out on Saturday and I think Gayle and Turner might have learned a thing or two as well.
After that, we stopped spooning and went to sleep. I had a dream about Facebook and a grocery store with Kristin Bell and Scarlett Johansson.
We woke up in the morning and went to Walker Brothers for pancakes. I’ve been hearing about Walker Brothers the entire time Gayle has been at school but have never once been there. They have amazing pancakes and I want to eat them all the time. Mine had blueberries in they were exquisite. Oh, and the bacon. The bacon, Thomas, the bacon! Billy and Molly left us after breakfast and we made our way back to the apartment to watch Scooby Doo. Turner and I left soon after that.
Thus concludes my first exciting trip of 2006. It was one of the best I’ve ever taken and I was so happy to spend some much needed downtime with some of my best friends. The entire weekend was very invigorating. I love me some Gayle and I was very pleased to meet Lila though I hope she never finds out because I would like her to remain afraid of me. Being in Chicago is awesome and shit. I don’t really feel like wrapping this up so I asked Kyle to conclude this for me. Here’s what he came up with.
Chamberk42: "and in the end the love you make is equal to the love you take"
Alright, after letting about 400 things distract me, it’s about time for my obligatory post-trip LiveJournal update. Let me preface this by saying that the worst thing about trips are that they eventually come to an end.
So, maybe you saw my away message this weekend. Maybe you didn’t. In case you don’t know, I was in Chicago to visit my wonderful little Gayliekins. My dear friend Matthew Turner accompanied me and his presence was very much appreciated. Most of my journeys seem to be taken alone and while that is always an adventure, not being alone for my treks across the country is nice.
We left Michigan at some point on Friday. I don’t really remember what point this was. Originally, we’d had it in our heads that we would take the train, as that is the only way I know to get to Chicago. But then the train was stupid and sold out so we did the practical thing and drove. And by “we”, I of course mean Turner, because letting me drive to Chicago would not very practical.
The drive to Chicago pretty much involves one step and that is staying on I-94 so my job as a navigator was pretty limited. We decided to be cheesy as fuck so we listened to Illinois on our trip to Illinois. Mr. Stevens did his job and then I let Mr. Meloy take us the rest of the way there because I have a crush on him and can’t really bring myself to listen to anything else for long periods of time.
So, we got there. I wish there were more eventful driving stories to share with you but there were not. Turner did randomly pull off the road for no discernable reason at some point in Indiana but that was about it. Once we hit Evanston, Gayle’s overly-complicated directions lead us to her apartment with ease. We made her come find us and she wore a blanket and one rape tunnel later we were back at her apartment.
The worst thing that I can say about the apartment is that you have to climb like 40 flights of stairs to get to it. I don’t particularly care for walking or movement and stairs are not a plus. Other than that, Gayle’s place is a swingin’ bachelor pad sans bachelors. At the time, I can’t really think of any other apartments I’ve been to, but in the case that I have been to other apartments, Gayle’s was definitely the nicest I’ve ever seen. Evidently they have a massive dust problem which I failed to notice but when you don’t have keen cleaning senses that girls come equipped with you tend to miss out on dust. I think the point of this sentence was to point out that I thought the apartment was really nice and hip and would someplace I would have liked to live if I were the apartment living type but to be honest with you, I left like twenty minutes go by between this giant sentence and the previous sexist statement and I don’t really remember or care why I typed it.
Gayle has a nice bed and it’s on the floor and the first thing we did was pile on top of the bed because driving takes a lot out of you. Or watching Turner drive. Whatever. We were waiting for a picture to arrive that Gayle had accidentally acquired during some sort of auction. I don’t remember what the picture looked liked but the wall I said it should have been hung on would be the proper wall to hang it on and Annie agreed with me. Gayle’s just a douche.
I don’t know what happened after this. I think at some point Lila came back and that’s when I met her. Lila’s one of the roommates. I’ve been hearing about her for a long time and I think I was expecting to hate her though I’m not sure why. Gayle was kind enough to inform me that Lila was scared to meet me as she’d heard so many stories about me and was intimidated. It’s nice to know that I have a reputation as a badass but I don’t think I really deserve it.
So, Lila didn’t look anything like I’d imagined. I think my stereotypical vision of a Jewish girl is fat and gross. At the very least, Lila is not fat. You might think she’s gross, I don’t know. I didn’t actually think that she was gross but you all may have your own opinion or just not like Jews and I can’t fault you for that. Anyway, the thing about Lila is that she seemed to suffer from the Andrea Wosik disease. The Andrea Wosik disease is something I just made up a few seconds ago as a way to describe people that don’t make me nervous when I first meet them. Most people make me nervous when I first meet them and this nervousness lasts until I am forced to be around them for extended periods of time. I assume at some point in time this didn’t happen or I wouldn’t have any friends, but over the course of the past few years the only people that I can really think of that were like this would be Ms. Andrea Wosik and Lila. This entire paragraph has been a waste.
Ann also came home. Gayle introduced us even though we’ve already met. Multiple times, methinks. Gayle is stupid.
After there were people around and we figured out that the picture we were waiting on was never coming, Gayle took us on a tour of campus. This was the first tour I’d ever taken of campus (this is a lie). I made sure to point out how much fun it was to be shown around for the very first time and it was very obnoxious. I’m sure Turner appreciated all the things which were new to him but I was just cold. Water is a lot nicer in the summer. After campus, we got dinner at a pizza place in Evanston and it was quality pizza.
The plans for after dinner were to head to the grocery store to get some cookie making supplies and to make cookies with said supplies. Then we were going to watch Clue while playing Clue (hopefully while drinking heavily) because that is very funny. Thankfully, those plans fell through (Not that I don’t love making cookies but watching a movie while playing a board game of the same name? I was worried about fun overload) as Gayle got a phone call, presumably from another person in which we were asked if we wanted to go see Mee-Ow, NU’s very own improv/comedy troupe. I was a bit wary about going to see “comedy” because nothing is funny but we were at a smart school, so what the hell?
We got to the place in which the comedy was set to take place and were joined by Lila, her brother “Billy”, “Molly”, and Dave. Billy and Molly are both going to Northwestern next year and act far too old for their age. I will probably never see them again. I don’t really know why I put their names in quotes because those really are their names. The entire weekend I wanted to call Billy “David” because that seemed a lot funnier.
Anyway, the comedy. If the program is being honest with me, the night’s performance was called “Mee-Ow Pulls Out Of Iraq”. Political humor?! I daresay I was intrigued. Mee-Ow split up their show like this. 1/3 of it was improv. Improv worked just like it does on Whose Line, “games” with a bit of help from the audience. 1/3 of it was scripted which I liked the most because I like things that have scripts. The remaining 1/3 consisted of Rock/Roll. There was a band and they would play a song and one of the members of Mee-Ow would come sing the song as the rest of the members would dance around on stage like retards. I don’t remember everything but we were treated to but we did get lovely renditions of Hilary Duff, Kelly Clarkston, Gwen Stefani, George Michael/Limp Bizkit, and the Beastie Boys. Despite the fact that this sounds lame, it was actually kind of cool.
I won’t relate all the funny stories from the night because who the hell wants to read about comedy someone else watched? I’m well aware that hearing about these things from me isn’t that funny. But, there was something which I feel I must repeat. They did manage to perform a sketch which was probably the most offensive thing I’ve ever seen. I’m not the kind of person that is easily offended, so that’s quite a feat. I will warn you, this is horribly insensitive. If you’re the kind of person that doesn’t find national tragedies funny, you might want to ignore this but those of you with a cold, black, contorted lump of something where you heart should be, keep reading!
Anyway, most of the skits had an Iraq theme. So, this one featured two soldiers who were just getting back to the States from Iraq. It went a little like this: (Though it probably didn’t go much like this. I’m sorry for butchering it)
GUY 1: Dude, I’m so glad we’re back from Iraq! I can’t wait to party!
GUY 2: Me too! Welcome to New Orleans! Mardi Gras, here we come!
STOPPING AND LOOKING AROUND
GUY 1: Wow, must’ve been some party last night! Everyone is already passed out!
GUY 2: Dude, look at how wet that girl’s t-shirt is! Show us your tits!
END
Yeah, so, needless to say, the audience reaction was very confusing at this point. Most people had no idea whether or not they should laugh. They received a handful of claps (a few of them coming from our area) but most people were just stunned. I have no idea what they did after this because I was too busy laughing my ass off. I’m well aware that I’m going to hell because of that, but oh well. It was awful which seemed to make it even funnier. Maybe you don’t agree with me, but anyone that manages to offend me the way that offended me is funny. Please try not to hate me.
After Mee-Ow we had plans for something which quickly turned into something else. The important part of the story is that we somehow managed to stuff 8 people into a tiny car. I would like to say it was a Civic but I’m afraid that Gayle would correct me if I said the wrong car so I’m just going to leave this part open. Also, for some reason, Turner ended up on top of me instead of vice-versa. It was brilliant planning.
After that we went back to the apartment for some playing of games which involve words. I didn’t play any games because I was tired and it’s hard enough for me to figure out how to spell things when I’m not tired. I’m pretty sure Turner didn’t win but I’m going to say that he did because this is my LiveJournal entry and whatever I say is bound to have some actual truth in it. In this case, Turner did actually play the game and did have the potential to win so it is okay if I’m lying because no one really cares.
Um, after the game we all decided to hit the hay. We had a mini-slumber party in Gayle’s room but I don’t remember if anything eventful happened on the first night. I should have taken notes. Regardless, eventually morning came and we woke up. Showers were taken and then we were on our way to doing stuff.
I don’t know how or why we decided this, but we’d made up our minds that we were going to go to the Art Institute of Chicago. We grabbed a quick bite to eat and then made our way to the L and then on into the city. I love the city and I don’t know why. Part of it is because it’s so different than everything here. Like, the tallest building here ain’t got shit on anything there. I love walking around and being swallowed up by everything. I could probably spend an entire day just walking amongst the people and the buildings and be totally content.
Anyway. Yeah. We got to the art museum and there was some art to be looked at. I can’t really relate this part very well because what am I supposed to say about our time viewing art? I really enjoy looking at paintings but I don’t really have a deep understanding of any of them because I’m not a pretentious artfuck. As thrilling as it would be for all of you to read about “the painterly use of chiaroscuro evident in blah blah blah from the blah blah blah” but I don’t really know what I’m talking about or care. So, that being said, there was some pretty neat shit that I know absolutely nothing about.
While we were looking at some of the modern art, I decided to create a drinking game. You too can play said drinking game if you ever find yourself with a flask of alcohol and some time to kill while you’re in an art museum with a nice collection of modern art. The rules are pretty simple. If you come across a painting which could have easily been painted by a retarded two-year old during an epileptic fit, you take a drink. Had we any alcohol with us, our trio would have been pretty smashed before the day was over. In all seriousness, I’m really glad someone was talented enough to paint a canvas solid red and I think a solid red painting really deserves a prominent display in a popular museum. I also really hope that the museum paid a substantial amount of money for something anyone could have done in a matter of minutes especially as there are so many disgusting homeless people walking all over. Fuck them.
Listen to me whine. It must be Gayle and he icky SESP germs rubbing off on me. Today I cry for the homeless, tomorrow it’s the blacks, Wednesday, who knows!
After enjoying some art I decided that I was hungry. Gayle desperately tried to find me a vendor of food, but apparently such a thing does not exist in Chicago. We hopped back on the L and headed to Clarks where I enjoyed myself some yummy chicken. I think the waitress might have been a bitch.
After food, we shopped! It was my idea to shop and I don’t know why. Gayle took me to some neat vintage stores and we picked out a few shirts and I purchased them. I wanted to find some sort of “sweater” but I didn’t. I almost bought a fedora and I regret that I didn’t. Next time, Paul. Next time. After fun was had shopping, Gayle and Turner went to eat at some Thai place that had a duck in it’s name and I watched them because I don’t like food with noodles. Lila, Molly, and David walked by and we talked to them and then went and did some more shopping.
We piled into Billy’s car after that and I got closer to Molly than I though I would. I learned many amazing things on the way home, like how to pleasure a man’s chest (with a foldout map!) as well as all the dirt on Hilary Duff I could possibly want to know! Though, I didn’t really learn anything about Hilary Duff that I wanted to know. The cover promised they would ask adult questions and they didn’t ask anything I couldn’t find in a teen mag. FUCK YOU COSMO.
Billy dropped the three of us off in Evanston and we tried to do some more shopping but I’m a cheap bastard and stores that aren’t of the vintage nature tend to be expensive so nothing more was purchased. After this, we took the NU shuttle back to the apartment and grabbed Turner’s car. We headed to a futuristic grocery store which literally allows you to pay with your fingerprint (if you register your fingerprint to a bank account) and bought snacks as well as supplies to make cookies. We headed back to the apartment and I swear we were going to make cookies but then we didn’t. Gayle ended up pouring the chocolate chips into a bowl and we ate them while watching Coupling.
I expected Coupling to be so bad that it was good, but instead it actually turned out to be witty and good. I watched the first four episodes from season one on my own today and it seems like a quality series that I will probably try to watch at some point in time.
I don’t really remember the exact order of things after this but shit did go down. The rest of the kids came home and we watched A Cinderella Story and it was reassuring. Then I’m pretty sure we just sat around and shot the shit a little bit. Molly commandeered Lila’s laptop and was fucking with Facebook and I discovered how amusing Northwestern groups tend to be. There were a few failed attempts to play games but Turner ruined that.
Saturday night’s slumber party turned out to be more eventful than Friday’s. The three of us all piled into Gayle’s bed for a massive spooning and talked about life. We applied the theories of group dynamics to all of our social lives and may or may not have learned a thing or two about ourselves. We were overly critical of everyone and everything we know and we all committed to not being stupid anymore even though that probably won’t happen. I did establish this much. I like my life a lot right now. The directions things are headed in make me happy. I’m full-time at Borders which has been my goal for the past few months now. I’m finally an English major which is what I want to do with school, even if I have no idea what I want to do after. I’m very happy to be involved with Intervarsity and look forward to it every week. Being involved with something at school after three years is great, I just wish I’d done it sooner. And everything else is just good. Socially, life is good. I have nothing to complain about and I feel like I’m actually moving in the right direction for the first time in a long time. So, yeah. That’s what I figured out on Saturday and I think Gayle and Turner might have learned a thing or two as well.
After that, we stopped spooning and went to sleep. I had a dream about Facebook and a grocery store with Kristin Bell and Scarlett Johansson.
We woke up in the morning and went to Walker Brothers for pancakes. I’ve been hearing about Walker Brothers the entire time Gayle has been at school but have never once been there. They have amazing pancakes and I want to eat them all the time. Mine had blueberries in they were exquisite. Oh, and the bacon. The bacon, Thomas, the bacon! Billy and Molly left us after breakfast and we made our way back to the apartment to watch Scooby Doo. Turner and I left soon after that.
Thus concludes my first exciting trip of 2006. It was one of the best I’ve ever taken and I was so happy to spend some much needed downtime with some of my best friends. The entire weekend was very invigorating. I love me some Gayle and I was very pleased to meet Lila though I hope she never finds out because I would like her to remain afraid of me. Being in Chicago is awesome and shit. I don’t really feel like wrapping this up so I asked Kyle to conclude this for me. Here’s what he came up with.
Chamberk42: "and in the end the love you make is equal to the love you take"