Chicago: Always A Good Impression
Pants with Khektonics. Apple store. Gettin’ girls, and denying it. Milwaukee talk. LOL. Old high school acquaintance. J. Crew. Sushi station. Aki is busy as hell. 2 Cokes, 1 green tea. Edamame. Salt please! I’m a lightweight. I know the secret to spicy mayonnaise. Peace out Khek. Good luck man, I believe in you. Head down I-90. Familiar faces. No furniture. We’re kinda late. Boogie! NYC REPRESENT. Tea. Tummy hoits. Have a beer. It’s nice meeting you. Always open the door for a girl. Baby! Shall we go? Pilsen off of 18th street. Beeps say it’s 12 inches. Cool. Artsy. Loft party. Jorge #2. Javier! Thanks Kate. Diego. Rhorho even! D&B DJ. 1 hour. Techno DJ. 45 mins. Jorge on the decks. I’m on the horn with effects. 3 hours. That’s right. We killed it. MADD PROPS. Italiano. Coronas. The girl in the green jacket. The view from the south side of Chicago. Roof visitations. Dance. Food? Friend takes Cab. Pack up. Hurry on for food. Arturo’s. 2 tables. Carne Asada, pollo y lengua tacos with rice and beans. Horchata too. Tons of chips. With your wife at your side, how can you desire anything else in life? LOL. Javier passes out. There’s life out of the city. Diego left. WTF 6AM? Get back. Snore in Anna’s room. Wake up. Penny’s wonton soup, extra spicy. Accepted hypocrisies. Spring rolls. Sugar water. No mushrooms. Tour the beautiful city of Chicago one last time. Bday calls! Argentina, Tynia & G-dubs. Quick stop for vinyl. Chill. Get back, order pizza. I’ll nap if you don’t mind. Wake up, 5 guitars @ once. Txt, HIN Vip pass? LOL, hell no. Join in the concert. Lots of soul. I’ll skratch beats. You can screw around, but don’t screw around. Diego’s sushi and Anna’s miso soup. Giordano’s! Tasty. We goin’? Hit the streets. Hey A. Souk. Money on the ground. I <3 Logan Square. Head for the mountains. Pack up, get home for a good night’s sleep in my own bed. Skratch Saturday. Up a lil’ mo’. Bleach. Mai Otome. Snack? I’m so thirsty. It’s gonna be light soon. Dammit. 8 days left.
Definitely one more dance before I go.
~Spec
April 4th, 2006 at 9:47 am
Omg! I thought you would surely see past all the currency strewn about and make a beeline for the kitchen! You are the one person I knew would ABSOLUTELY love this spot, Hersch. The food never ceases to amaze me. Souk=sensory overload! From the cumin and saffron, to heavy percussion beats, pure heaven!