I split a pitcher of beer at a bar in Wicker Park w/ my friend Sam who I hadn't seen in a while. Our conversation was fun but singularly uninteresting to write about.
I walked back to the El while eating a bag of potato chips. A fortysomething looking guy leaning outside a bar saw me walking and said "hey baby. why don't you come inside? I'll give you some potato chips AND a soda!"
Was he merely suggesting the beverage that he thought would best complement a potato chip palette? Or is his soda suggestion indicative of the fact that he actually thought I was around 17 years old...and chose to hit on me anyway? You decide.
The adventures and misadventures of our heroine as she attempts to meet people, explore places, and do things to fill up the next 39 days.
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