[My] Mac Miller Day: December 3rd #ForeverSwimming

December 3 will always be my day dedicated to Mac Miller, so let me get into why.

He and I wouldn’t be where we are today if we didn’t go through different obstacles and challenges that continuously reshaped our hearts. I know it is cliche for me to say that, but his perception of pain and joy expressed in those periods always resonated with me. I have downloaded every CD, mixtape, feature – you name it; I have always been obsessed with Mac Miller.

When I saw The Divine Feminine Tour dates go up in the fall of 2016, I was shocked because Chicago was not on the list. So, of course, like the millennial I am, I opened up Snapchat to rant about my disappointment that the closest weekend stop was his Royal Oak, Michigan, show. My dear friend from college, Meg, replied to my story informing me that she had family nearby Royal Oak and that we could go to that show together.

I cried out of pure happiness as I proceeded to buy my ticket for the show. I began to ball my eyes out when I saw a meet-and-greet option and purchased that as well. I had ALWAYS wanted to meet Mac, and I was already feeling high off initiating the plan to meet my all-time favorite rapper.

I HAD to go to The Divine Feminine Tour because Mac Miller was bringing Soulection out as his support for the tour—my favorite independent label/collective. The Royal Oak stop has support from The Whooligan, a long-time DJ, and the Director of Operations for Soulection.

Excited about the show, I made an Instagram story tagging The Whooligan, hoping he would see it so I could tell him he had to sign my Soulection and chill hat. Success slid into those DMs; ya girl is slick; what can I say. Anyway, The Whooligan Julio agreed we’d link up at the show.

Sick. It is now December 3, 2016, and I have traveled by bus to Michigan and reunited with some of my OG DePaulians. I remember getting dropped off at the venue and waiting in a massive line for the meet n greet alone. I couldn’t believe all these kids and I were going to meet Mac Miller, had to of been at least a hundred of us. Security checked us and filed us into the Royal Oak Music Theatre. I remember a security guard telling us not to try to give Mac a single joint; those who did would be thrown out immediately; Mac was sober then.

Everyone got a number and a lanyard; the number was to help you find your picture online later. I got in the back of the line because I wanted to be one of the last, and I had to figure out what I would say. You’d think I would have had that planned out already, but being in his presence made my heart start racing, and by the time I got up there, I couldn’t help but start to cry. I looked him in the eye and thanked him for his years of incredible music that meant the world to me; I thanked him especially for bringing out Soulection on tour and asked why the tour didn’t stop in Chicago. He didn’t know why a Chicago stop wasn’t made, but he was impressed by my Soulection knowledge and sincerely thanked me for recognizing them. He also exclaimed at me, “Dope coat!”

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I am not even lying when I say I am the only person he genuinely smiled with because I saw everyone else’s photos. I was living so so so so so so SO happy; I got to meet THE kid Mac Miller. How could my night get any better besides seeing him, of course? Well, the show did have to go on.

The Whooligan was up first and killed his set; the kids loved him; I say kids because I am pretty sure I saw many X’s on hands. I was 23 at the time lol. That’s this video above, a Snapchat, actually, as you can see the Mac Miller Divine Feminine Tour filter on it. lol

Next up was Mac. It was the 7th time I got to see him perform. He was on his A game.

And he played the two songs I wanted to hear the most.

Dang! ^ (feat. Anderson .Paak)

& Best Day Ever ^

“No matter where life takes me, find me with a smile
Pursuit to be happy, only laughing like a child I never thought life would be this sweet
It got me cheesin’ from cheek to cheek
And I ain’t going to wait for nothing
Cause that just ain’t my style
Life couldn’t get better
This ‘gon be the best day ever.”
Mac Miller

I had been DMing Julio during the show; he informed me that he was coming to meet me. Not only was I finally getting to meet him, he tells me that Mac returned after the meet and greet to say to him, “A girl in a fur jacket thanked him for bringing Soulection with him on tour.” My eyes light up, night made. Julio signed my Soulection and chill hat and led me to the sound engineer for the finale and encore.

I can’t thank The Whooligan enough for making that night so special for me. Sadly, it was the last night I had with him. I had a ticket to see Mac Miller with support from his musical-brother Thundercat at Aragon Theater exactly two years after I met him in Royal Oak, Michigan. Coincidence? No, not for me. All I can say is to live beautifully without regret and go out of the way to do things for yourself that make YOU happy because, in the end, all that will matter is how you remember your life.

A special thanks to Meg for allowing me to stay with your family in Michigan, Sammy; for picking me up from the bus station and dropping me back off, and both of you for attending that show with me. I owe everything to this universe for allowing me to live a fulfilling life.

Rest Easy Malcolm James McCormick (January 19, 1992 – September 7, 2018)
#ForeverSwimming

p.s. every Mac Miller mention is a differen’t song 🙂

Flying Lotus, Skaters, and East Room

November 14th, 2017 Flying Lotus, Seven Davis Jr., and PBDY tore up The Rivera, in 3D. Yes, 3D glasses were passed out to all the attendees and Flylo’s entire set had insane 3D visuals. If you slept on that show, I am sorry because it was just as cool as it sounds.

But the story I am about to tell that followed the show is indeed out of this world; let’s get to how it began to unfold.

So, I decided to sit up top at The Rivera for this show because I did not want to be standing in a pit while 3D graphics flew out in front of my face. While up there, I started to run into a lot of different people I knew. One of which was sitting two rows behind me, as I said hello, he asked me if I was going to East Room after for the supposed non-official Flying Lotus after-party. As far as I knew, that Tuesday was Tequila Tuesday at East Room. But a few others began to tell me he was going to play at East Room, so I was in.

After the show ended, I caught a Lyft back to Logan Square with my dear friend Darinia, who attended the concert with me. She, unfortunately, was feeling a bit under the weather so I walked her home, and luckily she lived right by East Room.

Upon walking her in, I saw a bunch of guys skateboarding in the empty parking lot next to her alley. I thought to myself, I should ask them if they like Flying Lotus and tell them about the show.  After I walked her inside and said goodbye, I decided I would say something to these guys, because why not. I believe in good karma, and good music deserves to be shared.

I had to of been at least 30 feet away when I tried to yell at these guys, “Hey do you like Flying Lotus?!” Of course, they didn’t hear me. As one decided to skate over towards me, I walked closer to him.

Rolling up, getting closer I realize it is Chicago’s very own Knox Fortune, whom had played his first solo show just the day before at Lincoln Hall. My mind starts going fully blown A.D.D. mode because I really wanted to go to that show because I saw Lido was on the bill too. But I was unable to go. Nonetheless, I still checking social media to find Lido’s performance. However, as I was checking every platform, every location tag to see posts tagged at the show, I didn’t see Lido at all. I needed to know if he played or not.

Next thing I know, I find myself saying, “Heyyy! How was your show last night, did Lido play!?” He laughed and said, “Yes, he was my drummer.” OOOh, I exclaimed, now this made sense why I didn’t see him playing his own set. Mystery solved.

I tell Knox and his friends that Flying Lotus is playing at East Room. They thank me for letting them know and tell me they’re going to Cole’s, but might stop by. I told them to have a great night and headed back into East Room.

East Room was dead in the best way possible. It was about 50 people, most from the show, and I knew at least a fourth of them, it was cool to see it like that. In the meantime, I am texting one of my best friends to get her self over to East Room.  She’s a big FlyLo fan, and we were together at Summer Set 2014, when we met Flying Lotus himself, briefly.

Soon enough, Flying Lotus appears in the bar, with no music equipment whatsoever. Some die-hard fans were waiting in front of the DJ booth for him to play. He was so sweet, not only recognized that people thought he was there to play, goes over and greets the guys to tell them he wasn’t playing.

He was making his rounds around the room saying hi to everyone. When it got to my turn, I decided to ask him what program he uses for the visuals. Steve told me that not only does he use After Effects, but he himself also did all the animation. I thought that was awesome, I have always wanted to get into animation. I have After-Effects, and I took a brief intro class, but it’s just something I never get around to. I respect the talent and the craft. I also told him that I met him with my friend Steph at Summer Set and that she was coming. He geeked out and said he remembers her. LOL

East Room was starting to pick up, maybe the word was getting out that Flying Lotus was there because it was definitely a lot of industry people. Steph finally shows up, we got to catch up. It had gotten a little later in the night, I had a drink or two. I actually did a shot with my old friend Jonny Blaze, who was working that night, I’ve known that kid since high school. Spacing out, all of sudden I notice The Social Experiment’s Peter Cottontale who played with Knox Fortune the day before at Lincoln Hall.

Forgetting I saw Knox earlier, I go up to Pete and say, “Hey! You played yesterday, how was the show, did Lido play with you guys?!” He looks at me with a grin and goes, “You just asked Knox this! I was with just with him at Cole’s. Can I take a picture with you?”

Stunned I tell you, shooketh. Couldn’t even process that entirely, as I said ya sure, and he whips out his iPhone and takes a selfie with me. LOL. Thanks me and laughs, as I tell him I totally forgot I saw Knox. I told him to have a good night and walk off to find Steph.

I find the high-top she’s standing at and go, you won’t even believe what just happened to me. Before I can get into it, Steve comes back around and recognizes her and begins to say hello. I remember that I wanted a picture of us together, so we took this, and Steve kept insisting Steph had to be in it. Lol.

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After all the shenanigans, it was hitting 1 am (say it an ilovemakonnen voice with me) on a Tuesday. Steph and I decided to call it a night and go home. I am grateful someone told me to go East Room that night, and that I am thankful I showed up. Still wishing to this day, that I could see the selfie that Peter sent of the two of us. Maybe one day it will surface.

Long Live Fabric

It deeply saddens me to see London’s iconic staple, Fabric, shut down. When I read the news, I immediately burst out into tears. I was so fortunate to have had two unforgettable experiences there, during its 15 years of running. One of those nights, which is highly important in my life, is a story where I demonstrate the core principles behind The Secret without even realizing it.

You can decide for yourself if fate, luck, or The Secret landed me backstage on my sixth night in London at Fabric.

Flashback to the beginning of 2014, I am spending my semester abroad at The University of Westminster in London, England. Before my arrival, I was all over Bandsintown to see who was coming to London during my stay. One of the first few artists I encountered happened to be London’s Foreign Beggars, who were scheduled to play at Fabric. I was sold; I had always wanted to see Foreign Beggars. (They’re an iconic hip-hop/dubstep group who had been listening to since 2009.) I immediately began tweeting about the show, expressing my gratitude and excitement to see Foreign Beggars at Fabric.

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Surprisingly enough they were interacting back with me! At first, they were just favoriting and retweeting my tweets, which fueled my excitement and imagination even more;  so of course, I began to tweet that I had to meet them. To which they replied and told me, to bring a glow stick to their show so they could find me!

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The vision was clear and present in my head; somehow, someway, I was going to meet Foreign Beggars at Fabric that Friday; I felt it coming.

I have always been the type of person who willingly goes out to a show alone because if I want to see an artist, there is nothing stopping me from doing so. I couldn’t find anyone to go with me, especially since none of my new friends knew of Foreign Beggars, but I was stoked nonetheless. I got ready, had my flatmates snap this photo of me, and I was off to complete my mission.

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I arrived at Fabric right on time to catch the opening. I was too excited and needed to obtain my front-row spot. I actually got there so early I was able to get an early entry ticket at the door, there was no line, and I went through security reasonably fast. What threw me off about security was how hard they searched for me. Coming from America, I had never been thoroughly patted down at the venue, while every pocket in my purse was checked, as well as my wallet pockets! I was even given a note card that read something like ‘beware of cellphone stealers.’

Fabric was HUGE, with so many rooms, and so many stairs, I was so confused. I followed some kids down to a room and started to scope out the place. It was empty because Fabric had just opened, and I couldn’t tell which was the main room. So I went up to a security guard and asked him which was the main room. Right off the bat, he could hear my thick American accent and asked me where I was from, to which I responded Chicago. He smiled, told me that this was the main room, and asked if I was alone; I said yes. I explained how I just arrived in London to study abroad, how I loved Foreign Beggars, and how I was here for the music strictly. I remember him saying in a thick Jamaican-like accent, “OOOh, you a good girl.” LOL, you know I am. He encouraged me to go check out the other rooms and told me he’d be right there if I needed anything.

Having just befriended the security guard, I went on to explore the other rooms. I was in drum and bass heaven, that accurate UK grimy bass, and with a British MC; it was DnB heaven, I tell you. Feeling the bass beating faster and my heart dancing along, I look at the time and decide to go back to the main room.

As I walked back into the main room, to my relief, it was merely empty. There was killer liquid drum and bass being played by some house resident DJ. I went to the middle front and began to again dance my heart out. Slowly but surely, the crowd started to pack in like sardines. By the time UZ was about to start, I was being touched, bumped, and elbowed into by nearby attendees. Which does annoy me; I don’t want someone’s gross sweaty skin touching mine; it’s an uncomfortable situation for me. Annoyed, now folding my arms, standing there with a resting bitch face. My security guard friend comes up to me and says, “you can go back to the other rooms; I’ll save your spot!!” I politely decline his offer and explain how I must stay in the front row for Foreign Beggars. He shrugged and walked back to his security post.

The next thing I know, he comes back up to me, and he says, “would you like to go on stage?” My face lit up, was that even a real question… of course, I would like to go on stage. I said back to him, “I WOULD LOVE TO GO ON STAGE!” He smiled at my reply and told me to follow him. He guided me across the crowd to the right, opened a door, walked me up a few steps, put a wristband on me, and just like that, I was on stage.

Immediately UZ’s tour manager started chatting me up, saying,”I don’t really know what that security guard was trying to say, but he was ranting about a girl from Chicago, and I said Chicago, well I am from LA bring her up here!” I was in utter shock and joy; this was the happiest moment of my life so far. On my 6th day in London, Friday, January 10th, I go out by myself to see Foreign Beggars and wind up in this situation. WHAT!?

Back to the story, I begin to tell Dominick UZ’s old tour manager about how I am out alone, studying abroad by myself; I remember asking him for a Red Bull because I wasn’t drinking. Meanwhile, UZ is still playing, and I happen to see some of my peers in my abroad program. Absolutely incredible; that’s how to describe that moment in time.

Next thing we know, tons of fog came into the main room, and I realized UZ’s set was also coming to a close. The moment we were all waiting for. Finally, Foreign Beggars was finally coming on, it was late, past 1:00 A.M., and I was ready! Dominick was still grabbing a Red Bull for me when the stage crew said even with a wristband, I couldn’t be on stage. The security guard I had befriended then quickly escorted me back to where I stood in the crowd front row dead center.

Ugh. This was fun, but not so fun because sweaty kids were now moshing against me. Dominick finally came back out and saw me in the crowd, mouthed w-t-f, and slid me a Red Bull. Classic. I did not want to be in the middle of that, realistically. But nonetheless, I made it and took videos! Maybe I will be able to link up here for you to see.

I couldn’t take the crowd after a few songs, though; I was out of the front to the back soon enough. My security bud saw me, though, and gave me thumbs up, lol. I knew in my heart that after the Foreign Beggars set, I was going to be able to get backstage. So I went back to dancing in the back of the crowd, admiring all the young British kids and their rad styles. Fully embracing this iconic British nightlife experience, and might I add, it had been an all-time dream of mine to attend a show at THE legendary Fabric.

Foreign Beggar’s set ended, and I pushed back through the swarm of sweaty kids to my security friend, who then led me back to Dominick. Dominick apologized for the mishap and explained that he couldn’t do anything. Nonetheless, it was fine. He then led me into the green room. It was poppin’ back there. Literally, bottles of champagne were being popped simultaneously.

Dominick started introducing me to everyone; I was now meeting Foreign Beggar’s whole family; it was insane. I even met Jack Beats and told him how he was the first act I saw when I walked into Ultra Music Festival in March 2012. LOL. The only person I didn’t meet was UZ, who returned to his hotel room after his set. Which was ironic because I was hanging with his tour manager.

I partied in the green room for the rest of the night but did not drink! Didn’t have a single drop of alcohol that night! I could have, for free, but I didn’t care. I only wanted Red Bull. Before I knew it, Fabric was closing; it was now about 6 AM the sun was rising. Promoters were standing outside of Fabric trying to solicit the club-goers to another after-after-hours club “Egg.” I walked back with Dominick to his nearby hotel, and we continued to chat about our lives. At the time, my biggest dream was to work for The Windish Agency. I remember Dominick telling me this solid piece of advice, “If you want something, go for it because the days that you spend slacking are the days that someone else who wants it more than you are going to get it.” That always stuck with me because we all know it is very real.

Our conversations finally came to a halt when Dominick had to go to the airport, and I had to go on a double-decker bus tour with my program. LOL, after this all-nighter… We said goodbye, Dominick put me in an Uber, and that, ladies and gentlemen, was my sixth night in London.

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Picture Above: Ebow Graham of Foreign Beggars & I.

Bondax, Karma Kid & The Lyft Line Lover

The story I am about to tell you is by far one of the craziest most unbelievable string of occurrences that has ever happened in my life. This story is a long one, but trust me you have never heard anything like it.

February 26th had to be one of the busiest days the Chicago music scene has experienced yet, this year. Why might you ask? At least 4 different events were going on at various venues around the city, all of which I wanted to attend. Which included Netsky at The Mid, Dirt Nasty at Bottom Lounge, Thriftworks with Flamingosis at Lincoln Hall, Bondax with Karma Kid at Chop Shop/1st Ward Events, just to name a few. Earlier in January, I had purchased tickets for both Bondax and Thriftworks with Flamingosis, not realizing they were on the same day. Since I had already seen and met both Thriftworks and Flamingosis, on separate occasions, I decided to stick with my original plan to go see Bondax. Thankfully I made this decision, in the beginning, the week, and I was able to sell my ticket to a friend.

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Pictured above Thriftworks and I, at NCMF 2014 captured by Erica Steinhouse.

With Bondax + Karma Kid on my mind all week, of course, I visualized meeting them. I needed to meet them and talk to them about England. I love the Brits, and being able to talk to someone about London, makes me the happiest person in the world. I had only just studied abroad there two years ago, and as I am dying to go back, so now the closest thing I have to actually be there is chatting with Brits. So this had to happen, I wanted it to so bad, I believed that it could happen. Nothing in this life is impossible when you know The Secret.

I remember the day of the show, listening to this mix I found on Soundcloud all day and even after work. It was Bondax and Karma Kid playing some old classics and their favorites for KLEAR podcast. Staring at the mix’s artwork, I could picture myself having the chance to talk to them later. I got ready really early because the Bondax and Karma Kid was fairly early for a Friday night and I still needed to stop by Lincoln Hall and transfer my Thriftworks and Flamingosis ticket to my friend.

I switched my ticket at Lincoln Hall successfully and got on public transit which was going to drop me off right in front of Chop Shop. I got to Chop Shop/1st Ward Events just in time to see the first opener closing out his set with Karma Kid set to play next!

Karma Kid‘s set was absolutely amazing. As I danced my heart out, it felt as if I was back dancing in a club in London. Exactly the kind of chicken noodle soup, I needed for my soul.

Following closely behind Karma Kid was Bondax, they came up to the decks with Karma Kid, and started playing back-to-back! They played a phenomenal set. Which spanned all their originals, remixes, even threw in some Anderson . Paak and Mura Masa. EVERYONE and I mean everyone, including the audio engineers, were dancing during Bondax’s set.

After playing a truly heart-warming set, they went running off the stage into the back. But given all their enthusiasm, and love for Chicago, I thought certainly they would come back out and meet and sign for just a bit. So here I am, standing on the side of the stage, asking an employee I recognize if he thinks they are going to come back out. He says he thinks so, and that I can just wait here on the side, as people started to clear out. Standing, waiting, fifteen minutes go by, and security starts kicking everyone out. Great. Oh, well, I tried at least, and that’s all that counts.

I walked out slightly discouraged, but not too bummed because I had a friends birthday party to attend in Logan Square. This birthday was about to be off the chain too because I knew a ton of people that I had not seen in a good minute, who were going to be there, including Flamingosis, whom I felt a little bad for because I had missed his set. Not only is he an awesome dude, but his music is also highly underrated. Needless to say, the night was young.

As I stepped outside Chop Shop, I remembered Freddy Todd was playing next door at Subterranean. I knew some friends who were going to that, so I started to call/text them before I walked away, to no avail.  I was starving, and luckily I had cash on me to stop at Flash Taco to get a Carnita. On my way over I ran into a few concert friends while passing Sub-T, I knew I would see at least someone I knew. Unfortunately no sooner than I had this thought, the notorious “do you have any spare changeee” dude was rapping and walking along the side of me, along with some of the heady-folks leaving Freddy Todd. Spitting about how we should be kind and spare him some change “because he’s just trying to get fucked up.” If you ever go to Wicker Park this skinny middle-aged black man is always walking around six corners begging people for their change, you have probably seen him almost as much as you have seen the man who is able to do somersaults with his bicycle for a dollar.

There was a bit of a line for Flash Taco, which was fine because I had time to spare given the concert had ended at 12:30 a.m. which was pretty early. After getting my Carnita, I decided to go wait for a Lyft back in front of Chop Shop knowing it would be a more direct pick up than six corners. While walking back to Chop Shop, I saw a man shamelessly promoting his mixtape to people on the street. And of course, as I am standing in front of Chop Shop about to grab my Lyft, this guy starts hackling me. Feeling unsafe, I quickly step back into Chop Shop and explained about the hackler. They didn’t care, and in-fact they insisted I sit and wait inside for my Lyft.

I ordered my Lyft, which was set to arrive in 9 minutes, which gave me time to eat my Carnita. The Chop Shop staff was super kind and understanding of my situation, not only did they let me wait inside; they let me eat my Carinta as I waited. Finishing the Carnita right in time to see my Lyft was pulling up in 1 minute, I walk out and look down only to see my stupid phone glitched and canceled my ride. Wonderful. So I ordered a brand new Lyft, and as I am standing to wait in front of Chop Shop for my ride, George Townsend of Bondax walks outside. I was immediately star struck, and awkwardly exclaimed, “Hey you played tonight!”

“Yes, we did! Did you enjoy the show,” George said back to me. Before I could answer, Adam Kaye, the other half of Bondax came outside with Sam Knowles otherwise known as Karma Kid. I couldn’t believe it, here they were, and I was at an absolute loss of words, beyond star struck. Immediately I started telling them how fantastic their sets were, and how it made me feel as if I were back in London. I knew they were not from London, but I shared with them that two years ago I studied abroad at the University of Westminster, and lived in Shoreditch. They were almost as surprised as I was that a girl in the middle of Chicago could talk to them about East London. Was I dreaming?

Turns out, Bondax ‘s studio is in Shoreditch, and when they aren’t on tour, they spend a lot of time in London. They knew exactly where I lived when I said Hoxton Square/Pitfield Street, and that fact alone made my month. As I said, nothing makes me happier than talking to Brits about London, my favorite place in the world. Considering, you can’t just talk to anyone about it, especially with folks in Chicago; just the fact that they knew EXACTLY where I had lived while abroad was almost unbelievable.

While their crew continued to pack up their van with their tour equipment, we continued to chat about everything from British festivals to East London culture. I was absolutely ecstatic and extremely thankful my original Lyft was magically canceled, lol right. I asked them to take a picture with me, and we got some goofy ones. They then asked me what I was up to for the rest of night. Now I want to remind you it was only a bit past 1 a.m. I told them how I was heading to a friends birthday party in Logan Square. I also mentioned how my friend’s brother is an artist that goes by the name of Edamame, who opened up for Flamingosis and Thriftworks that night, and how Flamingosis was also going to be there.

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Both Karma Kid and Bondax then asked if they could come with me to the party, and I felt my heart stop and my jaw drop. As they mentioned that they had always wanted to meet Flamingosis. “Definitely you can come with me, I know Aaron/Flamingosis, I will introduce you guys,” I said! Funny thing is I have seen Flamingosis, every single time he has played in Chicago, except for this one show, because I went to Bondax instead. I texted the roommate of the birthday boy, who was at this show, to inform him, that I was on my way with Karma Kid and Bondax. Then ordered my 3rd and final Lyft to the party.

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Along the way, we continued to connect about music! I told them about how I had recently seen Rejjie Snow, ironically at the venue next store to Chop Shop. I again impressed them about my knowledge of UK artists and culture. I just could not believe my life, repeating to myself how thankful I was to be living in these moments. When we arrived at the party, only a few people recognized them, mainly the hosts. We found Aaron/Flamingosis, and I was able to introduce them, such a pleasure! Then I stepped out with them for a smoke and asked for another picture because as you can see these turned out a bit blurry.

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YAS. Yes. Yes. Yes. The Secret, I am telling you, is real, only if you believe, and I am a true believer. Now if this doesn’t convince you it’s real, the rest of this unbelievable story will.

Back to the story, Bondax and Karma Kid had to leave the party early because they were playing in Brooklyn the next night, totally understandable! They thanked me tremendously for sticking around, bringing them with, and showing them a good time in Chicago. George followed me back on Twitter, and told me whenever I am back in London they will show me the same hospitality I showed them. I hugged the three of them goodbye, and they left shortly after 2 a.m.

I walked back into the party, astonished by all that had just happened. I just kept saying to myself how thankful I was for every little moment in the night, because if those delays hadn’t occurred, I would not have been in front of Chop Shop when George initially walked out. I continued chatting with old friends, heard people saying all across the room, “Dude did you hear Bondax was here?!” It was an absolute honor to say that I was the one that brought them along.

This party was going to be going on into the daytime, after 3:45 a.m. I decided it was time for me to call it a night, so I said my goodbyes and ordered a Lyft Line home. When I got in the car, of course, a passenger was added to my ride, so we had to go pick up this other patron. I rarely sit in the back on a Lyft, usually because I like to control the radio when I am in the car, but for whatever reason, I was seated in the back. We rolled up to The Owl, a late-night dive bar in Logan, it was now past 4:00 a.m. and the bar was closed. I knew this was going to be an interesting ride home, considering The Owl‘s crowd is very hipster, hit or miss, but mostly cool people.

A tall, dark, and handsome man opens the door and climbs into the back with me. There is a first time for everything, and this was the first time I have had a hot guy in my Lyft Line, fantastic. He was a bit drunk, but that didn’t stop me from striking up a conversation. I first asked how The Owl was, and what he had to drink because they have an extensive drink menu. He said some mixed drink, and I responded with, “Nice I would have had a stout or a porter myself, I love craft beer.” He gives me a drunken look, and I ask what he did that night. He responds with, “well I went to Bondax at Chop Shop then I came here.”

You know, immediately I lit up and said OMG you were at Bondax, I was there too, and I have the craziest story ever! I told him my story, showed him my pictures, and you should have seen the looks he was giving me, like ‘who the hell is this girl that I am riding with?’ I continued the conversation with small talk about occupations, parties, and Lakeview, as we arrive at his place first. He stepped out of the car, and I thought to myself, wow a good-looking guy who was at the same concert as me, a dive bar that I go to, and he takes Lyft, who is he, and will I ever see him again?

Friday, February 26th, 2016 one of the best and craziest nights of my life, I could not be any more grateful.

Flash-forward to exactly a month later, it is Easter weekend. I took Good Friday off of work because I knew I was seeing Elaquent at East Room, that Thursday night, March 24th to be exact, and a show at East Room on a Thursday is a recipe for a late night. My mom and step-dad were going to visit my stepdad’s family in Ohio for Easter, so I told my mom I took Good Friday off for her to celebrate with her. SORRY MOM. She told me, great you can attend Stations of the Cross with us on Friday before we leave. Sigh, so much for sleeping in. But I got over it, I did want genuinely want to spend time with my mom for Easter, I was just a bit tired and exhausted in the morning, as per usual.

Made it to my moms in time, and we walked to her church. Along the way, we passed Heritage Bike Coffee Shop, which I had never been to before and I knew I had a Popular Pay’s deal for a free Thai Iced Tea. Sounded refreshing enough, so I told my mom after church I was going to go in there to redeem my free drink.

In church, I used the time to say to myself all the things I was thankful for from my step-dad to my education, if you honestly think about your life you can quickly come up with over one hundred things you are grateful for. Mass ended earlier than expected, and the three of us, my mom, my step-dad, and I started to walk back. As we approached Heritage, my mom hugged and kissed me goodbye, and sees this person in the front window waving at me. My mom goes, “Do you know them?” I say, “No, I have no idea who that is.” I wave goodbye to my step-dad and mom, and walk inside with the most puzzled look on my face, because I have an elephant memory, and I did not recognize this person.

He goes, “We shared a Lyft together!” 

O.M.G. was this really happening right now? Exactly one month later, I am running into the hot guy, and he recognizes me? He was drunk, I was not, how, just how? Needless to say my puzzled face, in a flash, turned into the biggest grin. I was in shock, this was insane. All these thoughts are racing in my head, if I didn’t take the day off today, stop in for my Popular Pays, this wouldn’t be happening right now. He explained how he had the day off of work as well, and we started talking.

He told me how he lived just around the corner, and this was his go-to coffee shop. Not to mention, he looked adorable. Sitting in the corner, reading a Nook, wearing joggers with pork and egg socks, I remember because I made a comment about them being cool. Smooth right? I explained how I was just stopping in for a Popular Pays deal, to which he revealed he didn’t have many Instagram followers, so I followed him right then and there. LOL. Our conversation quickly turned to music, as we were discussing recent shows and upcoming ones. I asked if he liked Soulection, and he said he did, extra brownie points for him. I told him about the up-coming The Whooligan and Gravez show at Canvas, to which he responded he actually knew one of the guys running it. Considering how I used to street team for In The Loop Productions, who were putting on the show with Canvas, I asked who, and he said the main guy behind In The Loop Productions. I said, “No way, I know him!” He explained how he knew him, and I explained how a best-friend of mine and I have done work for him, but only she still does cinematography work for him. He asked, “Who’s your friend?” I reply with her name. To which he replies with, “Pretty sure she is going to be moving in with me next month.”

Seriously, this is all happening, right in front of my face. It is not some corny scripted rom-com movie. My friend had told me about how she was likely moving into a huge loft apartment with a bunch of guys in Lakeview, at the beginning of February. I could not handle this. WHAT EVEN?!?!

At this point, I had been standing talking to him for about 30 minutes or so. I start texting my friend saying you won’t believe how I just met one of your roommates. And before I can even blink she starts calling me, I had to get out of there to talk to her about it. So I say to him I would definitely see him around, and walk to the register to order my drink and leave. Heritage was out of the Thai Iced Tea, I took a cold press coffee instead. Meanwhile, my friend was calling me repeatedly, so I get my headphones out and walk outside to answer the phone. I also snap this amazing shot of my coffee for my Popular Pays deal.

I begin to tell her the whole story, starting from the night we were at this friend’s birthday party together with BondaxKarma Kid, and Flamingosis. How my Lyft Line went to go pick up him at The Owl, when I left the party, to me going to church with my mom, and stumbling upon him when going to redeem a Popular Pays. She was laughing hysterically with me because this was the crazy story of how I happen to meet one of her roommates in a Lyft Line.

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Pictured above, my best friend and I with Flamingosis, at Chop Shop Jan 1st, 2015.

Wrapping up this wild story, I do not have a crush on her roommate anymore that was very very short lived. I don’t even follow him on Instagram anymore, lol. I am going back to London this month, and I haven’t reached out to Bondax yet, but will this week. Praying that they will be in London end of June because that would complete my life.

Manifest your wildest dreams because you can do anything, The Secret is real.

P.S. If you do not ride Lyft which is WAY cheaper than Uber, you can use my code: DANIELLE2714 for a free $20 ride 🙂 

 

It Is Not Luck That I Ran Into You

Allow me to set up the scene for you. On Friday night April 15th, Rachel, (a friend of mine) and I were attending an event at Henry’s Swing Bar in River North, Chicago. The event was hosted by another friend of mine and was located in the basement, which is also known as the Rec Room. The music unfortunately was obnoxiously loud, and without earplugs, I had to get out of there immediately. Rachel and I then moved upstairs for a drink. Rachel then received a text from her friend inviting us to the nearby Studio Paris club. However because my ears were feeling extremely sensitive, I politely declined the invitation, insisting instead that she should go without me.

Soon after, we finished our drinks and headed out. I waved goodbye to Rachel as she darted out across the street, and I continued West on Hubbard towards Clark St to catch the bus home. I got to Clark St only to realize that it’s a one-way and I would have to go over to State St to catch the bus home. Ugh. I turned around to head back to State St. Upon arriving at the bus stop on Hubbard and State, I checked the next bus arrival time via text, only to read that the bus was no longer in service for the night.

It was only a little after 1 a.m. but I am almost never in River North at night or even the North Side, so how I was supposed to know this? Frustrated, weighing out my options of taking a Lyft home, Divy, or the L, I decided to go with the L since it was right in front of me. Mind you I was wearing heels, another thing I hardly do anymore, so my feet were killing me. I walked into the Grand Red Line station, tapped my card, and ran down the stairs because I could not wait to sit down on a bench.

When I saw the first bench, I noticed there were people sitting down, but I had long stopped caring who was there because I needed to sit-down, after all that time in my heels. As I walked closer I began to recognize the faces that were sitting down on the first bench and felt myself screaming, “OMG!”

IT WAS NATALIE, a dear friend of mine from Pittsburgh whom I studied abroad with in London and even shared the same student-apartment complex as. We literally met in Shoreditch, East London! Natalie happened to be in town visiting her best-friend from high-school, whose birthday it was.

Natalie had told me previously that she was visiting Chicago. But due to her commitments for the weekend, I knew that I was not going to be able to see her. This was totally understandable, since I had seen her over the summer anyway. So running into her, when I never take the red line home, in fact the last time I had even taken the L home was over a year ago, was absolutely insane.

Thankfully the L was delayed heavily, so we had about 20 minutes to talk and snap a photo. We just couldn’t stop hugging each-other in disbelief that I had walked up on her and her friends from high-school whom I had also met the last time she was in Chicago. We both agreed that it was the universe and laws of attraction that led us together. Thinking about how initially I had no intention of taking the L home and had already walked all over Hubbard Street to catch the bus. Or even the fact that Natalie and I had met in London and she was just visiting, and happened to be leaving Three Dots In A Dash probably around the time I had left Henry’s, continues to blow my mind.

This isn’t luck people. This wasn’t a crazy coincidence. It was The Secret.

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LOVE YOU NATALIE COME VISIT ME SOON!