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Jul. 29th, 2013 07:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cblj_backupI think R senses I am having a rough month; he texted me yesterday with a Plot To Infiltrate Bucktown.
Bucktown/Wicker Park are two melded neighborhoods that are the central hub of all hipsterism in Chicago. I have never felt so out of place in my life as I did standing on a streetcorner in Wicker Park while wearing business casual. I was surrounded by people in skinny jeans, unflattering shirts, ironic trucker caps, and terrible beards.
But Mucca Pazza was playing at the Wicker Park Fest, and R really wanted to go see them, and I have to admit I do like street fairs.
R: But we have to go incognito.
Me: Incognito?
R: Don't wear a suit. Or board shorts.
Me: Uh.
R: Wear your best hipster camo.
Me: I have some...chucks...? I can't get a full-sleeve tattoo on short notice.
R: Do you own a trilby?
So we got dressed up in hipster camo (he wins hipster camo; he has a beard, and while it's not terrible it is considerably more hipster than my face) and went to the Fest. We toured some of the stalls -- Judge Mathis had a stall, we're still not sure why, and after watching R's dog take apart a heavy-duty Kong toy we disdained the dog toy stall as "not durable enough" -- then went to Nori for dinner, where R ate more sushi than I've ever seen anyone eat in a single sitting. They have this pork-wasabi shumai thing that's amazing, and their godzilla roll is pretty good, and they do tempura avocado, so A+ recommended if you find yourself on Milwaukee Avenue for whatever reason.
We managed to waste time in Nori until Mucca Pazza was up, then went outside to watch the show. I thought Mucca Pazza was going to be some kind of latin band, which was weird because while R's musical intake is massive, I never really pegged him for like...salsa dancing. As it turns out, Mucca Pazza is an awesome jazz-rock band masquerading as a marching band. They had a sousaphone AND a beatbox. It was pretty entertaining.
But I did get home late, and now I am exhausted, so good adult decision-making, me. :P
Bucktown/Wicker Park are two melded neighborhoods that are the central hub of all hipsterism in Chicago. I have never felt so out of place in my life as I did standing on a streetcorner in Wicker Park while wearing business casual. I was surrounded by people in skinny jeans, unflattering shirts, ironic trucker caps, and terrible beards.
But Mucca Pazza was playing at the Wicker Park Fest, and R really wanted to go see them, and I have to admit I do like street fairs.
R: But we have to go incognito.
Me: Incognito?
R: Don't wear a suit. Or board shorts.
Me: Uh.
R: Wear your best hipster camo.
Me: I have some...chucks...? I can't get a full-sleeve tattoo on short notice.
R: Do you own a trilby?
So we got dressed up in hipster camo (he wins hipster camo; he has a beard, and while it's not terrible it is considerably more hipster than my face) and went to the Fest. We toured some of the stalls -- Judge Mathis had a stall, we're still not sure why, and after watching R's dog take apart a heavy-duty Kong toy we disdained the dog toy stall as "not durable enough" -- then went to Nori for dinner, where R ate more sushi than I've ever seen anyone eat in a single sitting. They have this pork-wasabi shumai thing that's amazing, and their godzilla roll is pretty good, and they do tempura avocado, so A+ recommended if you find yourself on Milwaukee Avenue for whatever reason.
We managed to waste time in Nori until Mucca Pazza was up, then went outside to watch the show. I thought Mucca Pazza was going to be some kind of latin band, which was weird because while R's musical intake is massive, I never really pegged him for like...salsa dancing. As it turns out, Mucca Pazza is an awesome jazz-rock band masquerading as a marching band. They had a sousaphone AND a beatbox. It was pretty entertaining.
But I did get home late, and now I am exhausted, so good adult decision-making, me. :P
