For pity's sake, get a room!

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I turned up at the Cult drinks last night with Jenn and we were both feeling a little out of sorts. We were perfectly fine with each other, but we had the sense that something was a little off-kilter with everyone else. Then it struck me what it was.

Firstly, the normally hard-drinking boys were exercising restraint on the alcomahol, owing to the Chicago Marathon happening this weekend. Half the bar felt like a dry zone, it was very weird.

And secondly, there was love in the room. I got stuck in a conversation with a guy and a group of giggling girls about this man's weekend-long bachelor party (from which he is still recovering), and the upcoming wedding that's happening in the same place in Mexico that Caro and I went to a month or so ago.

I found myself getting irritated by the ooh-ing and aah-ing on the part of the girls, and the soppy crap being spouted by the guy. I like them better when they all drink.

So Jenn and I left pretty much immediately and went to Gibson's in Chicago's dreaded "Viagra Triangle", that mystical intersection where old men try desperately to pick up nubile young women - who seem to let them. Weird.

As a rule, I normally hate this sleazy part of town, but I was hungry and still irritated from the Cult. So we bullied our way into the fabulously crowded eatery (where I'd never been before) and forced ourselves on the hospitality of George, a businessman here from California. He didn't know what hit him. But we had some drinks and some laughs, and then Jenn and I had dinner, and it was a fun end to the night.

Sometimes girls just wanna have fun, and fortunately we did.