By request, here is a recap of our adventures two Fridays ago:
After work, I went to Swirl wine bar with two of my coworkers, where we drank overpriced wine and then where I proceeded to tell our white waiter, who had suggested a "great Asian dish", that I do not eat Asian food at white places. But actually, sometimes I do.
From Swirl, we went next door to Boss bar, where we checked out the hot girl bartenders, because I don't hate and appreciate beauty wherever it is. May and Pam showed up soon after and we stayed at Boss until 9:30 when we remembered that we bought First Friday tickets at the Museum of Contemporary Art.
First Friday ends at 10, and because we didn't want to waste our ticket money, May, Pam and I left my coworkers at Boss and taxi-ed it over to the MCA, where we hopped from exhibit to exhibit, shoved the free appetizers into our mouths and stuffed free samples of perfume and condoms into our purses.
After the MCA, we met a few guys on the street on our way to Rush street. We told them that I was a guitarist, Pam was a model and that May is a financial analyst. They told us that they were doctors and one was a illustrator for Family Guy. We were all full of shit, but it's okay. We went into a bar with them but soon got bored and left for the Hunt Club. They followed us there but we were busy entertaining ourselves speaking Chinglish and eating olives from May's dirty martini.
Soon after, we hopped into another taxi because Pam wanted to find some Asian men and we headed over to Sound Bar (ugh). She didn't find any Asian men she liked in there so after stealing some olives at the bar, we left. Outside we met up with Nam, an Asian guy (finally!) and a friend of a friend. After a long night, we decided to head on home, so by foot, we went in search of Pam's car, which she had parked near Boss bar. During our journey to the car, Pam hopped onto Nam's back, I hopped onto random Segway Guy's segway and May hopped onto...nothing. She walked alongside us as she carried my bowling ball bag sized-purse.
May was a very good sport and even though her feet were killing her in her heels, and despite me almost giving her a heart attack by hopping onto a possible serial killer's segway, she carried my gigantically heavy purse the entire way back to Pam's car. Which she also drove to get us all home safely...well, except for Nam, who got his butt kicked by Pam in the backseat and then got kicked out of the car, somewhere not at his house, while May drove off without a care.
Fini.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Detour
My friends and I were driving down Michigan Avenue yesterday after a night of bar hopping when we spotted road blocks on the street. At first, we thought there was an accident on Michigan, but soon noticed something was a little off as we detoured down Congress and passed by cars from the 1920, film crews , cameras and trailers. I remembered someone mentioning that Johnny Depp was filming a movie in Chicago so I got all scream-y and excited, which in turn got May and Pam all scream-y and excited.
Ray, our sober driver, was not scream-y and excited.
May needed to pee super bad (Why you ask? Because she is a very good Chinese friend and in three minutes flat, right before we left our last bar, had managed to chug down her Margarita and then took one for the team, and chugged down the rest of mine so I wouldn't be wasting my money on undrunken liquor.), so the girls rushed into my apartment while Ray circled the block. After some peeing, loud exclamations to Olivia and May trying to force her feet into some of the shoes in my closet, we all tumbled back outside to a very patient Ray. May and Pam drove off with Ray but Olivia and I walked over to where the filming was going on.
We were across the street when I saw a figure standing next to a 1920's car, with a camera aimed into it. The figure was a blur but I told Olivia it was Johnny Depp.
"How do you know it's him? I can't even see his face from here," she said.
"Hi," I responded, "I spent all last weekend watching the Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy, it's him."
We crossed the street to find out that I was right! (I LOVE being right.) As the filming car rolled passed us, Johnny Depp stuck his hand out the window and waved at the group of us crazy stalkers watching him. I even saw Marion Cottilard (the French actress who won an Oscar last year for La Vie En Rose but more importantly for me, who was also in Love Me If You Dare, a great, but also a bit disturbing French movie I love) sitting next to the Depp in the car. Olivia and I marveled at how good looking the Depp is but decided we didn't care enough to wait around for more Depp sightings and walked back home to Rock Band goodness instead.
Despite what is written above, I'm really not a big celebrity stalker so I didn't feel the need to wait around for a picture or autographs. Still, it was cool to see filming going on a few blocks away from our place.
I heart Chicago.
Ray, our sober driver, was not scream-y and excited.
May needed to pee super bad (Why you ask? Because she is a very good Chinese friend and in three minutes flat, right before we left our last bar, had managed to chug down her Margarita and then took one for the team, and chugged down the rest of mine so I wouldn't be wasting my money on undrunken liquor.), so the girls rushed into my apartment while Ray circled the block. After some peeing, loud exclamations to Olivia and May trying to force her feet into some of the shoes in my closet, we all tumbled back outside to a very patient Ray. May and Pam drove off with Ray but Olivia and I walked over to where the filming was going on.
We were across the street when I saw a figure standing next to a 1920's car, with a camera aimed into it. The figure was a blur but I told Olivia it was Johnny Depp.
"How do you know it's him? I can't even see his face from here," she said.
"Hi," I responded, "I spent all last weekend watching the Pirates of the Caribbean Trilogy, it's him."
We crossed the street to find out that I was right! (I LOVE being right.) As the filming car rolled passed us, Johnny Depp stuck his hand out the window and waved at the group of us crazy stalkers watching him. I even saw Marion Cottilard (the French actress who won an Oscar last year for La Vie En Rose but more importantly for me, who was also in Love Me If You Dare, a great, but also a bit disturbing French movie I love) sitting next to the Depp in the car. Olivia and I marveled at how good looking the Depp is but decided we didn't care enough to wait around for more Depp sightings and walked back home to Rock Band goodness instead.
Despite what is written above, I'm really not a big celebrity stalker so I didn't feel the need to wait around for a picture or autographs. Still, it was cool to see filming going on a few blocks away from our place.
I heart Chicago.
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