05 October 2006

7 those girls...


things happen in chicago. that sounds illogical because things happen elsewhere too, but things really happen here. big things. the best bands come to town twice a year, there is a seemingly endless bounty of free tickets to incredibly cool stuff, far away friends want and pay to come visit, and a random remark about a baseball team can lead to a life of sugary crime. if we were in mantachie, mississippi, somehow i think things wouldn't happen quite so much.

back when we were all in maph, i vividly remember how the chicago international film festival sounded so glam, so exotic, so someplace i'd like to be one long, far off day. i'd forgotten all about that until i was on my way to the chicago international film festival tonight. the chicago international film festival was supposed to be tonight's thing.

the funny bit is, the evening's funnest thing wasn't the being in a room with dustin hoffman and 2,999 other people and watching a really good movie. the funnest thing- the thing that happened in chicago tonight- was the train ride home, when the bombshell and i sat laughing hysterically at that thing that happened on another night when we sat laughing hysterically.

this is probably very much a "you had to be there," but last may, squeezed together on an afghan-covered couch and surrounded by 20-year-old hipster boys, bombsy and i watched a group of incredibly drunk, obscenely off-key guys launch into some cliched song that we can no longer remember. but what we do remember- which somehow slips our minds and resurfaces with renewed hilarity every now and again- is that one of the guys, not more than three feet opposite us and looking straight into our laughing eyes, shouted at the top of his voice to the friends flanking him: those fucking girls are laughing at us. which made us laugh even more hysterically. and, in turn, prompted him to pause for a beat and continue: those fucking girls are STILL laughing at us. if he only knew. those girls. they'll be laughing all year long.

7 comments:

nick said...

had the pumpking been available... he'd have found his pumpkin carriage. two ladies like this clearly shouldn't be left to the train... and huzzah for the toothsome duo of sugary bonnie & clyde.

Bombsy said...

oooh ooh what remark led to a life of sugary crime??? i'm sure i've forgotten a fabulous moment here....
oh, my caroline. in the year of our bombshell 2006, the pillbox pair was present at all the most fabulous/imfamous events...that party, vertigo, the ballgame, the red carpet premier...the seder...

oline said...

ha ha, bombsy. there you are in my window!

Les Savy Ferd said...

a rather striking photograph.
-SuccinctdougO

Meggie said...

It's The Yellow Coat! The coat that spawned the Year of Yellow!!

oline said...

the yellow coat is officially beyond my wildest dreams. long live the year of yellow!

nick said...

indeed... from the plains of kansas. love live the yellow coat, and its wonderfully dressed owner.