Chicago Wrap-up Sans Photos

I've got the photos from Chicago lined up on my desktop at home but haven't had a chance to upload them yet; hopefully tonight. There are some doozies! Mostly it's these hot shots of Camille and Mike, who can't help but pose like starlets on a 40s-era love-story movie poster.

I didn't put them up last night because 1) I had a bottle of wine and 2) spent a couple hours instant messaging the cute boy I made out with at Roscoe's. Turns out he DJs for the DePaul radio station. I have a thing for college radio DJs. He played The Streets for me.

Overall, the trip was great. Marc and I decided that of the six and a half hour drive from Minneapolis to Chicago, about two minutes are pretty. Luckily, we had Margaret Cho to keep us entertained.

Chicago put a closure on a particular part of my life, I realized. And it just happened that way. Marc and I kind of walked around in this "could I live here?" daze... "Could I live here? Yes! Yes! Could I take the El everyday? Yes! Yes!" Back in July, Brian and I broke up and I began to grow out my hair. These past four months have seen me rest on my laurels, slowly becoming me again. On Thursday, I spontaneously shaved my head, returning to the look of my Lancashire days and adopting, at the same time, the ability to burn strangers with my laser-stares that a shaved head imparts. Now, it's time to move on, prepare for the next step, make a new move. Shaving my head was akin to preparing a body for its passage into the great beyond. I have no idea what might happen. But I have meetings, meetings. And I am scheming, scheming. And my therapist approves.

So in Chicago I ate a lot of meat products and drank a lot of PBR. Saturday night was a great night--Mike has some cool-ass friends from Indianapolis and they were good sports. We went to Spin, but the sea of lesbians turned off kiss-crazy Marc and myself. It was off to Roscoe's where Mike and Seth [what's the past tense of "bump-and-grind"?] bumped-and-ground on the dance floor's box while I kissed the cute boy. The kiss was laid back, nice. It was like this cosmic "oh, hey there," as tho the universe suddenly noticed me again.

Back out on the street, Emily asked a stranger for a bite of his burrito. Camille and I peed in someone's yard. And we all headed to Wiener's Circle where Emily matched the employees in insluts and witty repartees. The Sunday morning Bucktown bloody marys were to die for. The drive back ended with me and Marc singing songs from Eau Claire to Uptown.

I'll post the pics tonight, I promise...

Posted by jason at November 16, 2024 01:13 PM