I almost forgot but I hope you didn’t. Today is my one year anniversary in Chicago. I celebrate by threatening the city I love, of course. Sorry.
If you know who tags “Forgive” around Chicago, then tag me jealous. I’ve seen it everywhere from Hyde Park to Uptown, and as far west as Humboldt Park. I’m a huge fan.
If you’re quirky, then I’m interested. This retro ATM bears no bank name or fee list. I wanted to withdraw cash just to see if it worked, but I was concerned I’d never see my card again, or any of my money. If someone else is brave enough, then the ATM is located at 3747 N Southport in Chicago.
If you’re new to Chicago, then you must drink a shot of Malört. If you’ve had Malört, then introduce someone new (and unsuspecting). Tonight I’m taking a new-to-Chicago friend to the locals-only bars, all serving Malort in dusty bottles. It will be a jolly good time. I fully expect to do nothing at all tomorrow (except maybe vomit).
Me: Oh, Halloween brings out all the jokesters.
Him: WHAT IF ITS NOT A JOKE AND THEY KILLED HER? Then we should get them some beer or something.
If you can make it in Chicago, you can make it in any mid-sized Midwestern city.
— Stephen Colbert pulling for Chicago’s Olympic bid.
If you locked your bike to this gas pipe, then, yeah, so not cool.
If I could change one thing about Chicago, then I’d add more stars to the night sky.
If you have a classic rock band t-shirt, then you should come to my classic rock band t-shirt theme party in Ukrainian Village this Saturday. It might look exactly like this photo, but probably not. I don’t have any wicker chairs.
(email for details — elishawrotethis@gmail.com)
New theory: cute girls live on the red line.
New question: then where do the cute boys live?
Preliminary research: Cute Chicago Boys
