Dinner was good. We just got a bunch of appetizers and everybody shared. Saganaki (flaming cheese), grilled kalamari, grilled octopus, fried kalamari, Greek caviar (whipped fish eggs), fried zucchini, skordalia (garlic, potatoes, blended into a sauce) and Greek salads.
From there we walked a couple blocks to Byzantium. Its this club that has a live Greek band and Greek dancing. Part of the group walked further down to a different club for an hour or so, but I stayed at Byzantium.
The band:
I love this picture. First of all, the 2 girls in knee high boots were apparently Romanian hookers. I wish I would have gotten pics of them dancing up there by themselves. I told somebody earlier that there really should have been a pole up on that stage for them. Second, notice the no smoking sign on the wall and girl sitting under it with a cigarette in her hand.
No smoking signs were scattered around the place and one was posted on the front door, but after about 2am, you could barely see through the haze. Don't mess with Greeks and their cigarettes!!
The lady in the pink dress(?) was one of the singers with the band. She had a great voice, even if her wardrobe was lacking.
I went outside for some fresh air at one point and met Mario and George (A guy named George at a Greek place? No...). Mario is the tall one, George is the one with the cigar. I don't think they knew each other, we just all happened to be out there at the same time.
Mario and I had an interesting conversation. He is half Greek, half Armenian and he doesn't have a problem with fat girls. Well, good for you, Mario. I had enough vodka in me that I kinda let him have it for saying that to me. When I was done telling him what a malaka he is, he said that we would have beautiful Greek babies with dark curly hair. Why do all Greeks only think about Greek babies? He wanted to go have breakfast, but I told him I had to catch my flight home very early. He said he would drive me home to Omaha. Right. Anyway, he's a pretty good kisser. He was outside when I left shortly after 4am and as I was getting into the cab he asked for my number. I just waved and said "bye!"
One great thing about Chicago is the 24 hour Dunkin' Donuts right around the corner from the apartment building. Donuts are good when you are drunk.
3 of us stopped there, myself, Sean and his girlfriend Tara. Tara and I were finishing up our donuts and Sean went outside to smoke. Less than 5 minutes later when Tara and I left, Sean was gone. We walked back to the apartment building, hoping that he just walked back and wasn't mugged and knifed then dumped in an alley. We walked back, but that's when trouble really started. the girl I was sharing an apartment with came back about 2am so I didnt have a key to get in and Sean had the key to the apartment him and 3 others were in (the other two were still at the bar at this point). We get back to the building and we cant get in. I was trying to call my roommate but she wasn't answering. I finally talked the doorman into letting the maintenance guy, Eddie, escort me up to the room and knock. That worked and I got the key. So now we had to find Sean. We went up to their room and knocked, but there was no answer. We pounded on the door. No answer. At this point Tara is started to freak out a little bit. We walked back to Dunkin' Donuts and still didn't find him. Some guy propositioned me, though. He was sitting in his car and when I walked by, he made kissing noises and asked "how much for a good time?" I ran to catch up with Tara who was about 30 feet in front of me.
By this time the other two were back and hanging out in another apartment. Still no sign of Sean. After much confusion and drama, somebody talked Eddie into opening the apartment. He goes to get the key and it's missing from the box. Long story short, 2 hours later, sometime after 6am, they found another guy who worked in the building that had access to another set of keys. Door gets opened and Sean is passed out, fully clothed shoes and all on the sofa sleeper. We all woke him up and he had no idea that he had left me and Tara at the donut shop, he was that drunk.
Last sighting of Sean:
I finally got back to my apartment about 6:30am. My flight left O'hare at 9:45am. Ugh. I napped for about 45 minutes but I still had to get up and pack. I left the apartment at 8am and since the blue line was undergoing construction, I had to use the last $36 in my purse to pay for a cab. It's a good thing I did, too because the lines at the airport were so long, I almost missed my flight. As it was, by the time I was able to check in, it was too late to check my bag. It was small enough to take on the flight, but I did have to throw out some of my makeup and hair products. Right as I got to the gate, they announced the final boarding. Whew.
Last I heard, everybody but Sean was back. He got bumped from his 3pm flight and at 9pm he was still on stand-by waiting for a seat. Karma maybe for all the trouble he caused?
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