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The CVS on Lincoln Ave sells liquor. Within five blocks of there you can also get Noodles in the Bowl and Burritos As Big As Your Head, according to the signage. Or you can go to one of two dozen bars, each playing different music but every one of them spilling girls out onto the sidewalk, girls with short skirts and heavily slurred speech. My hostel is right near DePaul University, and tonight DePaul University is getting Wasted.I don’t know if it’s rush or homecoming or what, but the streets are filled with stretch SUVs and party trolleys. There is a lot of celebratory honking and hooting. Maybe someone won a game.
I could go for a beer but I don’t really feel like talking to people I don’t know, so I ducked into a diner. The busboy offered coffee but I chose a milkshake instead.
I like Chicago. I landed nine hours ago and I’ve figured out the transit and seen a show and eaten deep dish pizza. I’ve eavesdropped a lot. But something about this street tonight feels unappealingly dull: I know what every bar will look like inside, and who I would talk to, and what they would say. Tonight I would prefer the surprises of people I know, rather than the unexpected predictability of novelty.
posted by tortaluga @ 12:04 AM
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