It's funny how simply wonderful Chicago can be! Below, I had posted pictures from the drunken Laundromat experience. 1 part vodka to 2 parts orange juice in fiji water bottle = drinking in a laundromat. Today I hung out with Jeff, ate a nice little restaurant and went to Lake Michigan. I am also quite lucky to have a phone number from well, a gay man. I was waiting for the bus, and we started talking. I have to say that such strange encounters were few and far between in Minneapolis. I am going to be friends with this city, I know it. By the way, Jeff doesn't have a face. heh heh.
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