At Clarke's in Boystown Chicago
Clarke's Diner In Chicago is seemingly "the" place to go on a Saturday night, especially when it is 12:45am when you get there.
Last Saturday all the girls [meaning Bora, me, Erin and her Roommate Desiree] on the 10th floor in the Chicago Building were in Erin..s room talking about how bored we were. So while we were complaining someone mentioned Clarke's and a previous excursion there, and another night when the other three went out and ended up in this crazy diner in the middle of nowhere Chicago, in some super sketchy neighborhood with a waitress and a cook, both with no teeth whatsoever. I know! I asked too. "What?! Are you kidding me" and no they weren't. After laughing so hard I slid to the ground I composed myself and suggested we just get up, get dressed, and go. So we did. I called my friend Margarite, and Desiree called some people and we went to the other building to pick them up.
Erin, Bora and I were standing on the sidewalk, and while we were waiting for Margarite some random guy started staring at Bora, who was bent over fixing her shoe, Erin and I gave each other this look that said "What in the world does he think he's doing?" and then when she stood up she looked at us with the same look that Erin and I gave each other. Then the guy moved closer, and all of us were just in awe I suppose. He asked Bora what her name was and she asked "why?"
he said something like "Because I'm an outgoing guy...Blah blah blah."
And she had to tell him. And I knew that I was next..
I wasn't wrong..
His line for me was "Do I know you from somewhere?" How Corny is that
"Not likely" I said.
He paused and gave me this expecting look, so I had to say "I'm Rebecca."
Augh. I hate having to give my name to people who are so obviously crude and trying too hard to pick you up or something.
Erin was next, and she took it much better, she just laughed a little, gave her name and let him talk. I don't remember what he said next but finally he went away, and we just laughed and wondered why he would just randomly come up and say those things, most of which were directed at Bora.
Margarite walked out the door soon after, and we got Desiree and her three friends and all eight of us headed down the steps to the red line [the Subway] and stood waiting for a train to take us to Clarke's.. Needless to say it was a fun evening, filled with gold glitter daisy dukes seen from across the street, annoyingly unhelpful waitresses, and a division of our group with no hope of reconciliation. (I.e. the aforementioned waitress wouldn..t put tables together so we could eat together, so we had to split up, and no one but Margarite got to converse with anyone new.) The evening did include a number of funny stories, good food and cool people, ..did I mention that the gold boots came back?.. well they did and they were accompanied by a very short skirt on a freezing Chicago evening, and when I mentioned how idiotic the girl was for wearing them, I was informed by Erin [who hails from New York] that that was no girl.. needless to say, my mouth dropped open, and I had to laugh a little, while we ran across the street to the train station, trying to avoid getting run over by taxi's coming from both directions, I came with two girls from New York who don..t believe in waiting for traffic lights. Clarke's was an adventure with events too numerous to mention and too crazy to explain here, so..Ask me in person and I'll try to elaborate.
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