Thursday was my longest night of the trip so far. Went out to some little Mexican place that I can’t remember the name of, and had some of the best enchiladas on Earth. Well, that and a huge pitcher of margaritas. 🙂 It was the best $22 dollars I’ve ever spent on drinks.
After that, I went to a jazz club called the Green Mill. It was very old fashioned. They had their own big band, and they were fantastic. This place was right out of the 20’s and 30’s, with old style cash registers and big black rotary phones. I expected Frank Sinatra to walk in at any moment.
I did meet a girl named Laura, and we talked for a while. Very funny girl, and she looked a lot like Joan Cusack. Good times.
I also unintentionally pissed another girl next to me off, because I accidentally knocked over my drink as I was pawing in my wallet. The drink fell over, the blass broke and she stormed off in a huff, not even taking her own drink with her. Hell, you’d think I was a drunken slob who did it on purpose or something. Some people are just pretentious beyond belief. But I shouldn’t be surprised at that, Chicago being the liberal Mecca that it is. Perhaps I don’t understand the “nuances” of drinking.
I could have been equally as pretentios though, you know. I could have said, “Gosh, I’m sorry that I knocked my drink over with my wallet containing $1400. Could I buy you another bottle of that pisswater you’re sucking down?
But no, I didnt do that. Why? Because I am a man of the people, and above such things.
The weekend is upon me, and my liver is already complaining about it’s working conditions. Luckily, I packed a spare.
Drink Count: 13 Trip count: 39