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Apr. 16th, 2011 04:01 pmI have gone out! I have done things! I have shopped.
I don't really do the whole shopping thing. It's not that I dislike it, when I do it, it's just that I'm pretty goal-oriented and Chicago is not really a "mall" town -- there are a few near work but they're rather small and mostly aimed at people who make a lot more money than I do. So I really only go shopping when I know what I want. But there's this new mall open downtown, Block 37, and it's like...one floor of food and one floor of shops and then a second floor of shops and then the stairs up to the rest of the mall are BLOCKED OFF because the cinema and restaurant haven't been installed yet. There's a comic book store that is probably going to die FAST, and a two-story Anthropologie, and a Puma store that reeks of vinyl, and a lot of other stuff that I mostly just kind of stared at in perplexity, because I am so far removed from malls that a lot of the time I don't grasp their basic function anymore.
I got briefly lost in DOWNTOWN, which is ridiculous, but sometimes the map in my head doesn't correspond as closely as it should to the reality of Chicago, and whose fucking bright idea was it to put the JACKSON STREET EL STOP on VAN BUREN STREET anyway?
And also I went to the big art store, which used to have regular non-patterned origami paper but which now only has freaky neon colours. I priced out clear acrylic, because I'm thinking of preserving my sushi origami (what the god damn else am I going to do with it) but that will have to wait until I'm slightly more solvent, and anyway I prefer to drop my cash on
GREEK FOOD
SO MUCH GREEK FOOD
I met up with a good friend in Greektown and we talked about lots of stuff and did a tiny bit of gossipping and had avogolemono soup with some kind of amazing dumpling-noodle thing in it, and I also got this sort of lasagne-like dish only with tube noodles instead of flat, which was possibly the most complicated pasta dish I've ever eaten, but it was REALLY GOOD and now I am ready for a food coma. It was an awesome afternoon.
Reading back over that last paragraph, I do sound like a five-year-old recounting his day. Which in some respects is not untrue, as I did make a huge mess at lunch. I'm thirty-one years old and I have an MA, but I'm still working on mastering forks.
I don't really do the whole shopping thing. It's not that I dislike it, when I do it, it's just that I'm pretty goal-oriented and Chicago is not really a "mall" town -- there are a few near work but they're rather small and mostly aimed at people who make a lot more money than I do. So I really only go shopping when I know what I want. But there's this new mall open downtown, Block 37, and it's like...one floor of food and one floor of shops and then a second floor of shops and then the stairs up to the rest of the mall are BLOCKED OFF because the cinema and restaurant haven't been installed yet. There's a comic book store that is probably going to die FAST, and a two-story Anthropologie, and a Puma store that reeks of vinyl, and a lot of other stuff that I mostly just kind of stared at in perplexity, because I am so far removed from malls that a lot of the time I don't grasp their basic function anymore.
I got briefly lost in DOWNTOWN, which is ridiculous, but sometimes the map in my head doesn't correspond as closely as it should to the reality of Chicago, and whose fucking bright idea was it to put the JACKSON STREET EL STOP on VAN BUREN STREET anyway?
And also I went to the big art store, which used to have regular non-patterned origami paper but which now only has freaky neon colours. I priced out clear acrylic, because I'm thinking of preserving my sushi origami (what the god damn else am I going to do with it) but that will have to wait until I'm slightly more solvent, and anyway I prefer to drop my cash on
GREEK FOOD
SO MUCH GREEK FOOD
I met up with a good friend in Greektown and we talked about lots of stuff and did a tiny bit of gossipping and had avogolemono soup with some kind of amazing dumpling-noodle thing in it, and I also got this sort of lasagne-like dish only with tube noodles instead of flat, which was possibly the most complicated pasta dish I've ever eaten, but it was REALLY GOOD and now I am ready for a food coma. It was an awesome afternoon.
Reading back over that last paragraph, I do sound like a five-year-old recounting his day. Which in some respects is not untrue, as I did make a huge mess at lunch. I'm thirty-one years old and I have an MA, but I'm still working on mastering forks.