Friday, September 15, 2006
DAY TEN: CHICAGO I
We slept late. Molly lives in the same neighborhood my family lived during our last year in Chicago (1989-1990.) We ate brunch at a hippy vegetarian cafe over whose cornbread my mother raved.
I've known Molly since the first or second day of 4th grade in Dallas, TX. Not only were we both new to the school and in the same homeroom, but we both had no clue where to find the afterschool ballet class. We fell into a close friendship until I left after 7th grade. We'd visit every year after that, then went to colleges an hour away from one another, and toured Europe for two weeks one summer. I wouldn't say that we've maintained that pre-teen closeness, but she's one of the only people who's known me for that long and neither of us seem interested in giving that up.
I went downtown to drop off film, then walked in the autumn sun to the Latin School of Chicago where I attended 8th-10th grades. School was out for the day and I wandered from floor to floor, comparing my mental image with what was infront of me. I ran into my fieldhockey coach, who didn't recognize me and the conversation was fast and brief. I didn't keep in touch with anyone from that school, save for a guy who went to my college. It's odd to feel a connection with a place that shows no current evidence of it.
Molly left for work at 6:30pm. She's in Second City, the Chicago comedy empire. She's quite good. We used to taperecord ourselves imitating "Saturday Night Live" skteches or I would interview Molly, who made up strange characters that flumoxed me. We were fascinated with our own voices and private jokes. I think we had our own language for several years running.
I saw the 11pm show and alternated between laughing and watching the construction of the sketches.
Molly (far left) with three of her Second City cohorts
We slept late. Molly lives in the same neighborhood my family lived during our last year in Chicago (1989-1990.) We ate brunch at a hippy vegetarian cafe over whose cornbread my mother raved.
I've known Molly since the first or second day of 4th grade in Dallas, TX. Not only were we both new to the school and in the same homeroom, but we both had no clue where to find the afterschool ballet class. We fell into a close friendship until I left after 7th grade. We'd visit every year after that, then went to colleges an hour away from one another, and toured Europe for two weeks one summer. I wouldn't say that we've maintained that pre-teen closeness, but she's one of the only people who's known me for that long and neither of us seem interested in giving that up.
I went downtown to drop off film, then walked in the autumn sun to the Latin School of Chicago where I attended 8th-10th grades. School was out for the day and I wandered from floor to floor, comparing my mental image with what was infront of me. I ran into my fieldhockey coach, who didn't recognize me and the conversation was fast and brief. I didn't keep in touch with anyone from that school, save for a guy who went to my college. It's odd to feel a connection with a place that shows no current evidence of it.
Molly left for work at 6:30pm. She's in Second City, the Chicago comedy empire. She's quite good. We used to taperecord ourselves imitating "Saturday Night Live" skteches or I would interview Molly, who made up strange characters that flumoxed me. We were fascinated with our own voices and private jokes. I think we had our own language for several years running.
I saw the 11pm show and alternated between laughing and watching the construction of the sketches.
Molly (far left) with three of her Second City cohorts
