For the first time in I don't know how long I had a weekend off and so did Sarah. A weekend weekend. Saturday + Sunday with no gigs, no interviews, no retail and no data entry. A unbique chance to get out of Chicago right when it's absolutely necessary in that long, draggy stretch of transition from winter to spring. We figured Louisville was the furthest we could get for a whirlwind thirty hour bender.
We've gotten really good at doing this. We found the good record shop online and went there first. Ear X-Tacy looked more like Empire Records than anything we've ever been. It looks like somebody gutted a Barnes and Noble and put a gigantic independent record store inside. Skater twinks in oversized hoodies smoked menthols outside as young families pushed strollers and lacey lolita goth couples walked arm in arm, as if strolling through some old French boardwalk and not the poster aisle. We didn't have any luck with the flyers table or free newspapers so we asked one of the cats who worked there. He told us to go to the same bar that everyone else told us to go to because, apparently, Cohoots is the only bar in Louisville worth going to. The place is kinda like Delilah's, but with giant 4-dollar Makers cocktails.
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