Soused Underclassmen

Wednesday saw my long-delayed foray down to Hyde Park, where I used to work at the bookstore. It had been three months since last I saw my co-worker Mick (a typically brilliant University of Chicago undergrad, albeit one who actually has social skills). Yes, I brought my illegal absinthe. Yes, I let a 20-year-old drink it. And of course I felt pleasantly naughty in doing so. It harkened back to my senior year of college, when I'd buy drinks for the underage international students. I'm so altruistic.

At any rate, after three enormous shots of absinthe and a glass of vodka-and-7Up, I was pretty damn drunk. Rather depressing considering it was 9 p.m. Mick had to study, and I had an hour-long trek home, so off I went on my intoxicted way with only my cell phone to keep me company.

As I have an 8:30 a.m. train to St. Louis to catch tomorrow morning, I shouldn't even be up right now. But my loyal readers such as yourself deserve an update. Again with the altruism! Enjoy the photos; there should be more after my antics this weekend. Happy Memorial Day to all you Yanks.

Mick, Pre Absinthe


Mick, Post Absinthe



The Cute Roommate (everyone has one)


Fire! Heh heh.