At the beginning of this week, I flew up to Chicago to hang out with my friends Andy Davis and Seth Philpott on their day off in the middle of Andy’s tour with Need To Breathe.
We unknowingly went shopping in Chicago’s equivalent to West Hollywood, it’s very own Boys Town. There were great stores such as His Stuff, and Universal Gear, a store that Seth found in an iPhone search for our favorite brand “Scotch & Soda.” (Even though it was a pretty cool store, I will not link to it for certain reasons…………. ok here’s the link. Knock yourself out.)
As we wandered the city blocks, pontificating upon the conundrum of these men’s-only boutiques being located within a block of each other, we wandered into an 
appropriately-named store called Skinstinct, and we learned the name of our location. Somehow, due to thick heads or pure ignorance, we didn’t even put two and two together until later that night when we went to dinner with two lovely ladies at Angels & Mariachis in Wicker Park, where they shared with us the irony of our afternoon: three well-dressed heterosexual men having a gay old time in Boys Town.
NOTE: this story is absolutely derogatory towards homosexuals, it’s just a tale of blissful ignorance and discovery…. umm.. that sounded way different than I meant it to.
On another note, we went to Chicago Music Exchange, which is hands-down the best guitar store I’ve ever visited. In my life.
The next morning, we drove to Indianapolis for a show at The Music Mill. After spending quality time whacking golf balls in a simulator, Andy played a solid show, and we headed down the street to Fox & Hound for drinks with the Need boys and some newly-found lady friends. The boys proposed that they buy our drinks for the night, and we graciously accepted.
After many well-played games of pool and rounds of darts, we headed into the bar area, where I was approached by drunk, self-proclaimed mafia-retiree, 37 year-old Christopher Diego 
Capatello Martini, who excitedly declared to the mass of patrons that I was a “p.i.m.p. PIMP!!!” (?). When I asked him how he knew such truths about a stranger, he looked me in the eyes and replied “Gods know gods,” and started saying “word word word word word word…” while humping the air incessantly. I exchanged surprised laughs and glances with Seth, and discreetly made sure Andy wasn’t missing a moment of this more-than-memorable scene.
Next, he decided he’d hit on our friend Megan in a rather lewd manner. When I asked him to mind his mouth, his hilarious, inside-joke-inspiring response was “Sorry, I’m a Scorpio.” That was a highlight.
Now I’m back in town, and tonight we’re playing at Exit/In. If you’re a Nashvillian or you’re passing through town, stop by!
The Scorpio. AD. Chris the Canadian. Megs. Bobo Stick.
I think I got a little link-happy in this post.
