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Details Shmetails. Well, you're going to hear them. The details of the highlights anyway.
The Drive:
Tuesday afternoon, Jen flew up for the trip. I picked her up at Grandma's and after several minutes of debate over where her car should go (Jen vs. Grandma. Grandma won.), we finally headed out. We called the boys with my newly charged phone card and chatted with them for a bit until I lost signal in Indiana. After awhile of driving, Jen felt something on her arm. She thought it was a hair or something, so she brushed it off. Then she felt it crawl up her leg. She screamed and I looked over as it crawled across her stomach and up the fromt of her shirt. She started shrieking and I pulled over on the side of the highway. We both jumped out of the car, completely unaware of the cars flying by us at 80-90 miles an hour. We jumped and danced around while screaming at the top of our lungs. We stood outside the car, watching the front seat for several minutes, waiting to see it crawl out of the door. Unfortunately, that never happened and we never reached that peace of mind. After awhile, I had a plan. You see, the air conditioining leaks water on the floor in front of the passenger seat. I decided that Jen should sit on the seat with her legs up and crossed while I turn up the air conditioning full blast. If the diabolical creature decided to set foot on the floor, it would immediately drown. It seemed perfect, so we got in the car and continued on our way. We finally approached the skyline and both felt at ease. It's really the best sight in the world.
The City:
As we were about to go out to eat/drink, Jen realized she didn't have her ID/passport. We went to Melrose to brainstorm over where to go/what to do about this dilemma. So Dianna suggested we go to a bar that actually SCANS the ID. Good job, idiot. While we were eating, Jen called John to look for her ID so he could FedEx it. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to fly home the next day. Everytime she talked to John that night, he was in the car. She was growing suspicious. So finally, while Jen was in the bathroom, I answered the phone and asked all the right questions. John was on his way. Sweeeeeet. We headed to the idiot bar and tried to talk Jen's way in. No go. So we waited outside for John to arrive, when we spotted a cop car parked on the side of the road. Jen and I talked to them for a good half hour about this and that and trannies and our predicament. He looked her name up and kept saying "Drug charges.....registered sex offender...." So funny. After a few minutes of trying to think of a bar that does card, he gets out of the car and walks up to Berlin, the gay club on Belmont. He goes up to the door guy and talks to him for a few minutes. The cop walks out and says, "As long as the rest of your friends aren't wasted, you're in. Have fun, girls." Best cop ever. John shows up and we have an awesome time. God, we are such good dancers.
We spent all Wednesday shopping on Belmont and Michigan Ave. I got the most amazing snow boots you'll ever see. We went to Grant Park and stood under The Bean for awhile. Such an awesome idea. Best sculpture I've ever seen. After seeing Billy Corgan walk out of the Virgin Megastore and a trip to the Levi's store, we went to Fridays for drinks. After a quick game of Boggle, Jen and John headed home. I ended up falling asleep really early while Alise did some homework.
Yesterday morning, I went out, got a coffee at Caribou, grabbed The Onion, and had myself a nice little breakfast at Melrose. I did some shopping of my own on Belmont to try and find a skirt to wear with the snow boots. Unfortunately, all the skirts in the world are either knit sweater skirts or frilly spanish looking ones. So weird. I decided to head down to H+M and found some adorable, comfortable cargo capris instead. I got so many compliments on my boots all day. A very attractive asian guy with amazing hair looked at my Phoenix shirt and nodded. Then he looked down and said, "Whoa. Great boots." A personal trainer (he was wearing a spandex shirt from a gym that said 'trainer' on the back.) standing right next to me said "Yeah, those are amazing." Made me feel awesome. When Alise got home I said, "Like my new pants?!" and she sticks her leg out and says "YES!" Exact same pants. Bridesmaids. After some noodles at Joy's, Alise and I got ghetto-fabbed. I poofed up my bangs and wore a long, jingly, stone necklace, lots of eyeliner and mink, clip-on earrings in my hair. Alise wore her sparkly dress with long dangly earings and stilleto pumps. We looked hot. We met Jeremy at Le Passage. Jeremy was hired to work at an American Cancer Society benefit. His only job was to look trendy and blow bubbles at the people walking down the red carpet into the club. Fucking models. Alise and I got there and stood around, judging people for awhile. Then Jeremy's boss gave us our VIP table. Immediately, we got a huge bottle of very expensive vodka to share with a couple other models. Started drinking. Someone bought Alise a large shot of whiskey and we split it. Eventually, we HAD to dance. Definitely the best dancers there (besides the black girls, of course) and we absolutely had the most fun. Had to chase the creepy dudes away with a stick, but whatevz. That's what happens when you're hot and young and having fun. Took some breaks here and there. Got more drinks. Schmoozed with attractive models and Chicago society elite. After awhile, we realized that we were the least cool people there. Some gay guy came up to me and said "You have really bad style" then tried to get me to make a donation somewhere. Great sales tactics. Then we realized that if we were in some hipster bar somewhere, we'd still be the least cool people there. But we'd have a fucking blast. You know how we do.
And here I am. Sitting in Alise's bed while she's at class and Jeremy's at work. Tonight, we're going to see Andra's friends from Houston play at Subterranean. The Fatal Flyting Guillotines. This weekend is Renegade Craft Fair during the day. Then tomorrow night is Alise's boss's party. His name is Pierre Colorado. A combination housewarming/birthday/fashion line launch party. Open bar. Attractive gay people and models again.
Did I tell you how amazing this city is? Best. week. ever.
The Drive:
Tuesday afternoon, Jen flew up for the trip. I picked her up at Grandma's and after several minutes of debate over where her car should go (Jen vs. Grandma. Grandma won.), we finally headed out. We called the boys with my newly charged phone card and chatted with them for a bit until I lost signal in Indiana. After awhile of driving, Jen felt something on her arm. She thought it was a hair or something, so she brushed it off. Then she felt it crawl up her leg. She screamed and I looked over as it crawled across her stomach and up the fromt of her shirt. She started shrieking and I pulled over on the side of the highway. We both jumped out of the car, completely unaware of the cars flying by us at 80-90 miles an hour. We jumped and danced around while screaming at the top of our lungs. We stood outside the car, watching the front seat for several minutes, waiting to see it crawl out of the door. Unfortunately, that never happened and we never reached that peace of mind. After awhile, I had a plan. You see, the air conditioining leaks water on the floor in front of the passenger seat. I decided that Jen should sit on the seat with her legs up and crossed while I turn up the air conditioning full blast. If the diabolical creature decided to set foot on the floor, it would immediately drown. It seemed perfect, so we got in the car and continued on our way. We finally approached the skyline and both felt at ease. It's really the best sight in the world.
The City:
As we were about to go out to eat/drink, Jen realized she didn't have her ID/passport. We went to Melrose to brainstorm over where to go/what to do about this dilemma. So Dianna suggested we go to a bar that actually SCANS the ID. Good job, idiot. While we were eating, Jen called John to look for her ID so he could FedEx it. Otherwise she wouldn't be able to fly home the next day. Everytime she talked to John that night, he was in the car. She was growing suspicious. So finally, while Jen was in the bathroom, I answered the phone and asked all the right questions. John was on his way. Sweeeeeet. We headed to the idiot bar and tried to talk Jen's way in. No go. So we waited outside for John to arrive, when we spotted a cop car parked on the side of the road. Jen and I talked to them for a good half hour about this and that and trannies and our predicament. He looked her name up and kept saying "Drug charges.....registered sex offender...." So funny. After a few minutes of trying to think of a bar that does card, he gets out of the car and walks up to Berlin, the gay club on Belmont. He goes up to the door guy and talks to him for a few minutes. The cop walks out and says, "As long as the rest of your friends aren't wasted, you're in. Have fun, girls." Best cop ever. John shows up and we have an awesome time. God, we are such good dancers.
We spent all Wednesday shopping on Belmont and Michigan Ave. I got the most amazing snow boots you'll ever see. We went to Grant Park and stood under The Bean for awhile. Such an awesome idea. Best sculpture I've ever seen. After seeing Billy Corgan walk out of the Virgin Megastore and a trip to the Levi's store, we went to Fridays for drinks. After a quick game of Boggle, Jen and John headed home. I ended up falling asleep really early while Alise did some homework.
Yesterday morning, I went out, got a coffee at Caribou, grabbed The Onion, and had myself a nice little breakfast at Melrose. I did some shopping of my own on Belmont to try and find a skirt to wear with the snow boots. Unfortunately, all the skirts in the world are either knit sweater skirts or frilly spanish looking ones. So weird. I decided to head down to H+M and found some adorable, comfortable cargo capris instead. I got so many compliments on my boots all day. A very attractive asian guy with amazing hair looked at my Phoenix shirt and nodded. Then he looked down and said, "Whoa. Great boots." A personal trainer (he was wearing a spandex shirt from a gym that said 'trainer' on the back.) standing right next to me said "Yeah, those are amazing." Made me feel awesome. When Alise got home I said, "Like my new pants?!" and she sticks her leg out and says "YES!" Exact same pants. Bridesmaids. After some noodles at Joy's, Alise and I got ghetto-fabbed. I poofed up my bangs and wore a long, jingly, stone necklace, lots of eyeliner and mink, clip-on earrings in my hair. Alise wore her sparkly dress with long dangly earings and stilleto pumps. We looked hot. We met Jeremy at Le Passage. Jeremy was hired to work at an American Cancer Society benefit. His only job was to look trendy and blow bubbles at the people walking down the red carpet into the club. Fucking models. Alise and I got there and stood around, judging people for awhile. Then Jeremy's boss gave us our VIP table. Immediately, we got a huge bottle of very expensive vodka to share with a couple other models. Started drinking. Someone bought Alise a large shot of whiskey and we split it. Eventually, we HAD to dance. Definitely the best dancers there (besides the black girls, of course) and we absolutely had the most fun. Had to chase the creepy dudes away with a stick, but whatevz. That's what happens when you're hot and young and having fun. Took some breaks here and there. Got more drinks. Schmoozed with attractive models and Chicago society elite. After awhile, we realized that we were the least cool people there. Some gay guy came up to me and said "You have really bad style" then tried to get me to make a donation somewhere. Great sales tactics. Then we realized that if we were in some hipster bar somewhere, we'd still be the least cool people there. But we'd have a fucking blast. You know how we do.
And here I am. Sitting in Alise's bed while she's at class and Jeremy's at work. Tonight, we're going to see Andra's friends from Houston play at Subterranean. The Fatal Flyting Guillotines. This weekend is Renegade Craft Fair during the day. Then tomorrow night is Alise's boss's party. His name is Pierre Colorado. A combination housewarming/birthday/fashion line launch party. Open bar. Attractive gay people and models again.
Did I tell you how amazing this city is? Best. week. ever.