7:44pm - Some mall just outside Chicago
We get to the Apple store to see about replacing my iPhone after Andy let it go for a swim a few days prior. Unfortunately we're pretty late and the store isn't exactly empty when we get there. I walk back to the Genius Bar and an older guy comes over.
"What can I help you with?"
I hand him my busted phone, "I had an appointment for 7pm. I know I'm late, but is there anything you can do?"
"Actually we don't have any more appointments available tonight, how about tomorrow?"
"We'll be in Canada tomorrow...
"Hmmm... alright, you know what, I'll take a look at it. I'll be right back."
He goes into the back and comes out 15 minutes later.
"Alright, so if you look in the headphone jack," he holds an illuminated magnifying glass up to the hole, "You can see some kind of red residue in there."
"Oh yeah I see it."
"It appears your phone was exposed to some kind of liquid."
Time to play stupid...
"Oh, really? Is there anything you can do?"
"Well, the warranty doesn't cover liquid damage, but let's see what we can do."
He takes a few minutes to look some stuff up on the computer. At this point I'm pretty familiar with this process. After going through 5 iPhones before this one I've realized people at Apple/AT&T can either be really cool... or actually follow directions. Fingers crossed for the former since replacing a 3GS at full price ($499) is a tad outside my budget.
"Ok, so it looks like I can do an out-of-warranty replacement for you. Normally it would be $199, but since you guys are doing this road trip thing... I'll just take care of it for you."
My jaw drops. I can only squeeze out a few words.
"I love you, man..."
He starts laughing, "I'll have to check with my wife and get back to you on that."
With a brand new iPhone in hand and plenty more opportunities ahead to destroy it we jump in the car and speed into the city.
We get to the hotel, check in, and start popping the Four Lokos. After a bit of pregaming we take to the streets.
Based on a recommendation by a friend of mine at work we hit up the Signature Room at the 95th, a nice chill bar/restaurant in the John Hancock Center on the, you guessed it, 95th floor. The view is spectacular.
We find a spot at the bar and order really expensive martinis, cause that always brings the pussy.
While sitting at the bar, Andy notices a woman seated a few bar stools away, "What do you think?"
"Yeah, thought so."
While sipping on our classy beverages (pinky out) we notice two other women sitting behind us. We strike up a conversation that somehow ends up with them giving us their numbers to take Andy coat shopping the next day.
Yeah, who the fuck knows... anyway...
Everyone else in the bar seems to be on a date so we pay our tab and get ready to leave. I make a last minute play change to approach the girl at the end of the bar.
We flirt with her until she wants to do us, at which point we get her to tag along and bring us to the good bars.
We all make a pit stop in the bathroom before heading out.
Andy laughs, "I like how you were all over that girl after rating her at an 'ehhh' 10 minutes before."
I laugh as well, "I know, it was just too easy. I mean, it's not like we have to bang her, right?"
First stop: Dueling piano bar!
We walk in and two girls who look like they shouldn't be out on a school night greet us. The tour guide chick we stole from the Signature Room decides she doesn't want any part of it and walks to the bar.
Tweedledee and Tweedledum soon get distracted and run to the next shiny object to walk through the door.
After sticking around to see if things would pick up, they didn't, so we ducked out.
Next bar: I don't remember!
From what I do remember it was actually a cool venue, but I was shithoused so what the fuck do I know.
We dance for a while, draw some attention, but nothing good so we leave.
At some point we encountered two homeless dudes who did a fantastic job of persuading us to give them some cash.
Well done, bums.
And of course, we end the night by finding ourselves at a strip club: the Pink Monkey.
It was a slow night, but the most amusing part was how intimidated the bouncers were by Andy. He had gotten pretty ripped over the past few months and, well, maybe "intimidated" isn't the right word, but we received a very different level of respect from bouncers wherever we went. Even after the Pink Monkey closed and they kicked everyone else out in the typical fashion the bouncers hung back to chill with us.
Strange, but I could definitely get used to it.
Nicely played, Chicago. I guess next time we'll try to show up on a night that ISN'T Thursday.