A few weeks ago we had the pleasure of seeing my former roommate from Boston in town for the weekend. He's now in graduate school in the midwest, so it wasn't too long a drive for him to come to Chicago. We were roommates for about three years, so having him here was like a blast from the past. It was his first time in Chicago, and he has a similar interest in urban stuff as I do, so we had a good time comparing Boston to Chicago and delving into all sorts of trivial facts that normal people could care less about.
I kept joking that with our new house, we'll have plenty of room for him to move back in with us just like old times. Speaking of old times, we went out on Friday to look for a swing dance place, but ended up at a neighborhood bar on the west side of Chicago. It reminded me of my grad school days in Chicago, as it was mostly filled with a twenty-something crowd smoking and drinking and doing whatever it is that twenty-somethings do these days. Anyway, I could do without the smoke (unlike Boston, Chicago has yet to go smoke-free), but it was nice night out.
Before he left us, he played on his guitar and sang along, and we had a good old time. If you haven't heard him play, you really should. He's quite good.
-Brian
