Hey buddy

It's 7-something here in Chicago, and Jake and I are getting our things and drinks ready for the DEVO show tonight at the Vic Theater. Today was spent in the Brooklyn of the city, Wickerpark, shopping at such shops as Gimpsy, We The Free and one of the three Buffalo Exchanges in Chicagoland. As I have come to find out after the two days I have been in town so far, the fashion and the art rival that of New York in some neighborhoods, and the cost of living is not too high. Maybe one day there may be a new citizen, complete with brown bangs and a bronze and chrome vintage bike. She might just have a window that overlooks North Street, and she might just write for you. 

Maybe.

So after visiting one of the three Marc Jacobs stores it homes, I continued shopping around in area boutiques, and in awe at some of the ways they seem to combine northern culture, history, art, and food without looking like it is trying too hard. Hey- even some of the cab drivers are nice.

Tomorrow is meet-the-parents day, where we can meet and shake hands over a steak dinner (my first northern steak), and shortly after that, more improv at one of the quadtrillion comedy clubs. 

Special mention: Wednesday Jake and I took a train to Wrigleyville, where we went to Improv Olympics, apparently one of the original places that Del Close inspired. The show we went to see was Felt, an improv show about puppets, but we were even more delighted to visit a theater with mixed drinks and beers on tap. Then we nearly shit out jeans when we got to see a new and upcoming troupe not featured in the bill, but they were good. I mean, real good. The Late Nineties was their name, and weaving the web of comedy was their game. Watch out for a couple of these guys.