29th
The Quintessential #colinmorrisblunder, part 1
It seems whenever I’m in Chicago a project or series of tasks resembling daily life there presents itself. This is one of my favorite things about being the city because it keeps me from feeling like I’m just visiting on vacation.
In the rare case where no struggle presents itself, I unwittingly create one just to keep things interesting. Saturday night, I created a new standard of #colinmorrisblunder.
I planned a night to hang out with as many of my friends there as possible, including two I only know from Twitter. One was Shannon (@frostyplum), who is responsible for the webcomic Wighthouse. Like most people I meet on the inter(net/nets/webz), she’s sweet, smart and smarmy, like a good jam.
I planned the #tweetup, as it’s called when Twitter types mingle in meatspace, for 18:00 at Hopleaf. Then, for the second time this weekend, I did something I almost never do: I lost track of time for hours and was completely relaxed downtown when I was supposed to be with people somewhere in a distant neighborhood.
In this particularly embarrassing episode, I was on a slow comedown from a delicious gyro I ate in a humble hole in the wall in the South Loop. I was making plans with Vanessa, my foreign travel companion, to explore Chinatown when she asked, “But don’t you need to meet your friends?”
“Oh, I said, not until” —looking at my watch “HOLY $#!T!”
I whipped out my phone to warn my friends I’d be late, but I already had a direct message (a private message on Twitter) from Shannon:
“Where is you guys?”
The blood drained from my face and I took off running.
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