Wee Hamlet

Faithful readers of this blog know how I love to expound on what a small city Chicago is. Never one to stop beating a dead horse (at least while it's still fun), I provide the following from the past week. Please keep in mind that I didn't go out Tuesday--Thursday.

Monday. Gen Art "Fresh Faces in Fashion" show, Millennium Park; afterparty, River North.

1. Run into a friend of a friend, volunteering like me
2. Say hi to my cousin and his girlfriend (not a surprise; they're GenArt members)
3. First person I see at the afterparty is--get this--a traveller I'd taken on an outing the night before, when I volunteeered at the International Youth Hostel
4. My roommate runs into a DJ we'd met at a free drink event thrown by a Chicago website; she'd read an interview of him a week prior in TimeOut Chicago
   
5. Waiting for a cab, we bump into a friend of a friend we'd met at a party several months ago
   

Friday. EuroCircle girls' night at a salon, Lincoln Park.
First person I see at the salon is this guy I keep running into:

1. Saw him modeling at a fashion show for a local boutique in August
   
2. Talked to him at the free drink event mentioned above
   
3. Ran into him again--and this is where it gets strange--while we were both getting CT scans at Northwestern last month
   
4. Saw him on the street in the Loop a week or two later
   
5. My roommate (who'd met him at the free drink event) ran into him at a music event
6. Finally, he was helping out at the salon where they were holding my European social group's party

Saturday. 4 a.m. bar Wicker Park.
Run into my roommate's ex-boyfriend. Not so unusual, although he rarely frequents that area of Wicker Park. What was unusual was that I actually recognized him, given it was 4 a.m. and I'd just had a Red-Headed Slut on top of an evening of punch and mixed drinks at a friend's party.


Let me reiterate, if I may: twice in two days to run into guys I know? And to see half a dozen people, from various places and social groups, in the same night? Let's not even discuss the guy who lives on my street (albeit half a mile down), whom I saw every Sunday for three weeks straight in September.

I know, I know. I tend to hang out in the same two places: Wicker Park and anywhere there are free drinks and beauty products. But to continuously run into people in neighborhoods I rarely venture into, such as Lincoln Park, AND at the doctor's office?

It's a small city, I tell ya, a small city.