Well! It looks as though Miss Owlie and I have found a new nest. We have to apply for it and all that jazz, of course, but the landlord would be insane to not take us! The apartment is a fourth-floor walkup in Ukranian Village. I immediately liked the smell of the staircase, although its twists made me feel like Scottie Ferguson. The apartment itself is, for lack of better terms, cool and unique. And as Bob Barker would say, the price is right! Its common areas are spacious and lofty, with skylights and big windows. The bedrooms are small, but who needs big bedrooms when you can look out your window and see the lights of our fair skyline?
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Our second Chic-a-Go-Go appearance was another success. The Humantorch joined in the fun this time, sportin' cool shades and a red-hot t-shirt. Everybody in the dance party looks really smooth except for me and Owlie. We just can't stop grinning and doing a fast Twist. While most of the other people are looking tough and holding up their hands during the "holla back" song, she and I are flashing goofy smiles.
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Last night was adventure night supreme. It was originally going to be girls' night out, but the addition of our boy friends made it even more fun. The more, the merrier. I feel happy to have more friends here in Chicago. I feel fortunate to have met Owlie, who is funny and smart and kind and trustworthy. It was hard to live here without having a good girl friend, and now not only do I have one, I have the best one! We noticed that the eighties look seems to be big, but we are both stuck on the sixties/mod/old-lady look.
When we arrived at the establishment, I saw "Gary Sinise," who was trying to look tough with his arms folded. At first I thought, "Oh boy, what happened to the niceness exhibited last week? Rats." But then as I went to join my friends, he sent me a sly little wink. And later, we talked about writing and Mies van der Rohe. I started babbling (this is what happens when I talk with men I find even mildly attractive) about architecture and the lines of the IBM building. Gary Sinise seemed amused by this architectural tangent, and he said, "Maybe you should give me your phone number." Maybe. He looks like he smells good.
Owls McGee and V. have a friend who looks like Riley from Buffy! He was a little bit tipsy, and he wouldn't stop talking about how much he hates Paul McCartney. His argument was based on the theory that Sir Paul is dating an amputee simply to advance his own career. Hollow, Riley, a hollow argument.
Oh, I'm feeling too lazy and private to go into all the stories of last night, but it was a fun evening. I love going somewhere and seeing friendly people, meeting new ones, and even seeing old ones. Last night I did finally get to (unexpectedly) face Foxy McFoxerson. He looked the same as always, except his hair is now on the longish side. "Hey, Metal-hair," I said to him. He gave me a nervous smile as I walked toward him. We talked a little bit, and our eyes still smiled at each other (I shifted them downward so he wouldn't see). I'll leave it at that.
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Our second Chic-a-Go-Go appearance was another success. The Humantorch joined in the fun this time, sportin' cool shades and a red-hot t-shirt. Everybody in the dance party looks really smooth except for me and Owlie. We just can't stop grinning and doing a fast Twist. While most of the other people are looking tough and holding up their hands during the "holla back" song, she and I are flashing goofy smiles.
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Last night was adventure night supreme. It was originally going to be girls' night out, but the addition of our boy friends made it even more fun. The more, the merrier. I feel happy to have more friends here in Chicago. I feel fortunate to have met Owlie, who is funny and smart and kind and trustworthy. It was hard to live here without having a good girl friend, and now not only do I have one, I have the best one! We noticed that the eighties look seems to be big, but we are both stuck on the sixties/mod/old-lady look.
When we arrived at the establishment, I saw "Gary Sinise," who was trying to look tough with his arms folded. At first I thought, "Oh boy, what happened to the niceness exhibited last week? Rats." But then as I went to join my friends, he sent me a sly little wink. And later, we talked about writing and Mies van der Rohe. I started babbling (this is what happens when I talk with men I find even mildly attractive) about architecture and the lines of the IBM building. Gary Sinise seemed amused by this architectural tangent, and he said, "Maybe you should give me your phone number." Maybe. He looks like he smells good.
Owls McGee and V. have a friend who looks like Riley from Buffy! He was a little bit tipsy, and he wouldn't stop talking about how much he hates Paul McCartney. His argument was based on the theory that Sir Paul is dating an amputee simply to advance his own career. Hollow, Riley, a hollow argument.
Oh, I'm feeling too lazy and private to go into all the stories of last night, but it was a fun evening. I love going somewhere and seeing friendly people, meeting new ones, and even seeing old ones. Last night I did finally get to (unexpectedly) face Foxy McFoxerson. He looked the same as always, except his hair is now on the longish side. "Hey, Metal-hair," I said to him. He gave me a nervous smile as I walked toward him. We talked a little bit, and our eyes still smiled at each other (I shifted them downward so he wouldn't see). I'll leave it at that.
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