CAPS 4eva: Jaded UChicago Students Meet their Nemesis

Do you remember those bright-eyed, bushy-tailed youth who entered UChicago three years ago? Yes, friends, that was indeed us.

We were excited about HUM; interested in the world/culture; convinced that our first year, Housing-appointed roommate would be our BFFL; etc etc etc

Tonight I had a fresh dose of those times--all the while eating weird sushi and donning a crooked name tag on the roof of an obscure investment bank.

NBD, NYC

Walking to Palladium this var humid evening, I encountered the following three things in rapid succession:

1) Strokes bassist, Nikolai Fraiture, crossing the street. 

See, having not appreciated the Strokes since 2003-4, encountering Nikolai on the street was like seeing an old acquaintance I immediately recognized yet really really didn't remember that well. I mean:

Knowledge about Nikolai Fraiture I have actually retained: 
-He has a luminous, Little Lord Fauntleroy haircut, and he has had this same cut since ~2001. Yes, it was in full form this evening. (If it ain't broke, don't fix it--even if you're 35 and your haircut is for 12-year-olds.)
-He plays an instrument in the Strokes.
-He is Russian

Due to my temporary confusion (internal monologue: "Wait... is this a person I went to middle-school with? They really haven't aged well." I maintain this is all somewhat true.)  I literally almost waved. You know,"Привет, Николайочку. Как дела?" like we were Slavic BFFs or some shit.

Anyway, I caught myself, and turned my wave into an "Oops GOTTA ITCH MY HEAD NOW WOOPS." So smooth, and more proof I am less of a fool than my instincts want me to be.

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NYC, baby

Oh heyyyyyyyyyyy

 This summer I'm interning at a small advertising firm in NYC. And: yes, indeed, I am planning to blog about life in the big city—a bitch,-please-worthy place if one ever existed.

My first day pretty much consisted of adventure in Astor Place K-Mart

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