Penelope’s
Tonight, there’s a get-together with Matt (Tha.Riddla) and Will (Rogue Designer. The interesting thing is that the three of us first met one another from various online forums like Twelvestone and WOT.
I met Matt a long while back, when I played host for a big Chicago get-together (where several forum folks descended into the city for a weekend of nerdish revelry and excessive drinking). But up until now, I had only ever talked with Will through the boards and through IM. We had hoped that Jeff (persist) to join us, but I think he may have been on the road for work.
We were all going to grab dinner at Piece around 7:30. But I had found out that Matt would be hanging out at Penelope’s (where Mel works as a manager) prior to dinnertime, so Chris and I decided to swing on by to check out the place, and to wait with them.
Only the twelvestone folks are going to get this, but on seeing this chair… I immediately thought of swampy.
Oh, what’s this? A Ms. Pac-Man machine? On freeplay? Oh, my! Who knew? Well, gosh… it’s just sort of standing there, looking terribly sad that no one’s actually playing. Perhaps we should… Do you think it’d be alright if we… Well, maybe just one…
The hand-written high score list, since the machine tends to get reset a lot.
Interior shot of some of the stuff inside Penelope’s. In addition to the clothing, there are small, stylish items (knick-knacks, books, etc) on display next to the clothing as well.
Cool mirror area, near the dressing rooms.
I must admit: I looked around some, but not a lot. Most of my time was spend hovering over the Ms. Pac-Man game, and catching up some with Matt and Mel.
Matt, pretty much owning the game.
After the shop’s closed and secure, we walk over to the corner of Damen and Division. Eric is meeting us up, and we huddle under an awning to keep out of the constant snowfall.
PS: You Are Beautiful.
I have to say it again. I love encountering things that make it seem like the city is trying to tell you something.
Shortly after this, Eric shows up and we all pile into a cab – crammed against each other, warm, and heading towards food.
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