casual ultimate » we’re like 7-11, we never close

well is was champagne wishes and C.U. dreams this weekend as usual. friday we celebrated pfil’s new abode which was christened ‘meng-town’, although we at c.u. are still partial to ‘rockwell’ or ‘the rock’. im sure the syntax will evolve as new casual memories are made there.

saturday it was beach time what with the opressive heat. yours truly rolled up to evanston with ms. utlimate to hang out with her super stylish grandma and go swimming. i cant even begin to describe the swank apartment…eames chairs, custom danish furniture, amazing art, and stunning flatware. on top of eating lunch and tossing on the beach we got relationship advice from an octagenarian. the bottom line: join you local national affairs club, go to grad school, or both. ms. ultimate could have told you this would be the advice, but we got a nice trip to the virtual countryside out of it.

as humiliating as it was, it psyched us up for another night out. we decided half our problem is that we never leave wicker park where the crowd tends to be young, affected hipsters who dont buy girls drinks and even if they did, the way to a girl’s heart is not through a can of pbr. we can buy our own. and sometimes a lady wants to get dressed up to go out on a saturday night.

so we ventured outside our normal stomping grounds. we started at home at parlor on north ave with my friend rob who bailed becuase we were too dressed up. then we met another architect, c(b)r in lincoln park, way out of range. then he bailed cause he thought he was hurting our chances. then we picked up matt and went to cobra lounge. we love cobra. we will be back there very often. then it was on to fulton lounge for cans of champagne. matt tipped over a glass and ms. ultimate sustained a minor flesh wound before we headed to flash taco for late night mexican.

then at 3am miss casual got an update from mike d. who was stranded in minneapolis outside of his hotel room becuase of his friend and a stripper. we at c.u. sincerely hope he got to sleep inside and not in the corridor.