I took the blue line to Addison last night, inhaling the Spring-scented air while walking east toward Elston. After stopping at K-mart for a hastily gobbled slice of pizza (a classy meal if there ever was one) I strolled through the neighborhood for a few minutes. All of the little houses looked so comfortable and homey that for a moment, it was easy to forget the day's earlier stress.
At the thrift shop, all items were half-price. Oh, how great Unique is, what with its discount Mondays. For Owls McGee, I found a happy-looking scarf and stylish black maryjanes. For me: a thin cotton Levi's button-down (with gold thread!), a colorful silk scarf, and a somewhat tacky beige leather purse with a matching leather rose. Total price: a mere $6.66! Perhaps thrifting is the work of... the DEVulllll.
After the thrift store score, I walked kitty-corner to the Abbey Pub. I figured I'd buy Clinic tickets now instead of doing it over the phone and paying an extra two dollars. A couple of hip-scraggly guys were going in and out of the doorway like ants. They must have been with the Breeders, who were playing later that evening. So I bought my ticket from a sweet old Irish bartender, and on the way out, heard the beginning of "Saints." I looked up, and there on the barren stage was Kim Deal, plugged in and practicing for the show later. It was a free, private mini-concert that fulfilled one of my great adolescent dreams.
I continued walking northwest on Elston, pausing to take pictures and to get fries and a shake from Susie's. When I arrived at my brother's house, he was playing the Strokes. He is so cool.
At the thrift shop, all items were half-price. Oh, how great Unique is, what with its discount Mondays. For Owls McGee, I found a happy-looking scarf and stylish black maryjanes. For me: a thin cotton Levi's button-down (with gold thread!), a colorful silk scarf, and a somewhat tacky beige leather purse with a matching leather rose. Total price: a mere $6.66! Perhaps thrifting is the work of... the DEVulllll.
After the thrift store score, I walked kitty-corner to the Abbey Pub. I figured I'd buy Clinic tickets now instead of doing it over the phone and paying an extra two dollars. A couple of hip-scraggly guys were going in and out of the doorway like ants. They must have been with the Breeders, who were playing later that evening. So I bought my ticket from a sweet old Irish bartender, and on the way out, heard the beginning of "Saints." I looked up, and there on the barren stage was Kim Deal, plugged in and practicing for the show later. It was a free, private mini-concert that fulfilled one of my great adolescent dreams.
I continued walking northwest on Elston, pausing to take pictures and to get fries and a shake from Susie's. When I arrived at my brother's house, he was playing the Strokes. He is so cool.
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