Apr
7
2008

The Night Alex Davis’ Spoon-Loving Legacy Lived On

posted by Carlye at 2:13 pm.

I’ve sadly never experienced my favorite part of Chicago’s Union Station. One day, though. One day.

I grabbed a copy of The Onion while we ate at Pick Me Up Cafe, and my friend Arthur’s headline — “Computer Being Stupid” — was in the issue!

Gettin’ our giggly eats on.

A chalkboard in the bathroom, so people write on that instead of the walls. Brilliant.

I kept staring at this paper towel dispenser thinking, “Wow, that looks like a Paper Towel Monster,” and then noticed someone had doodled a face onto it.

Crazy minds must think alike.

I want my entire life to be coated in these colors.

Oh, thank God, since I’ve wasted so much of my time in line at Potbelly’s!

After we took the (wrong) train to the (wrong) Damen stop, we realized our mistake and took a long, confusing and worrisome bus ride to Wicker Park in order to visit the new Marc Jacobs store.

I’ve only been to one Marc Jacobs store in New York, and it was extremely boutiquey. I was dressed nicely and the salespeople were still reluctant to help me when I was waiting at the counter. The one in Chicago is different, with super sweet salespeople and a storefront selling trinkets ranging from $1 to $30 amidst the pricey yet precious shoes, bags and clothing. I tried to see if I could wear a purse over my shoulder and subsequently got my hair stuck in the zipper, which was more embarrasing than it sounds and a clear reminder that I need a haircut.

But, they had a photo booth area that looked like a happy acid trip with plastic neon mushrooms, plants, flowers and foliage with a goofy man in a skunk costume taking silly photos with customers.

Ellen and I were two of those customers: