So █████ and I met up after work down in Wicker Park, so we could each buy some jeans at the Levi's Store. Sadly, we left the store jeanless. (Well, I did still have on the ones I wore in.) I should have remembered this, but the Levi's Store only stocks sizes suitable for pipe-cleaner people, because of course there is no such thing as a tubby hipster.

The scales were somewhat balanced, though, by:

• the man who crossed the street while █████ was waiting for me in front of the store to tell her how strikingly beautiful she was and how lucky her husband was.
• the hostess at Piece Brewery and Pizzeria who carded us both.
• the waitress who told me how cool my glasses were.
• the drunk who apologetically addressed me as "young man" after not bumping into me (though he seemed convinced he had).

So all in all, last night was a push. And there was pizza and beer.