On February 16, 2015, the Hanslick Girls debut in their very first review, of Vertigo Productions’ The Alligators, at Northwestern. Now, to celebrate their five-year anniversary, they’re leaving the page and traveling out into the real world! Below you will find a recorded audio tour of the Thorne Miniature Rooms, a permanent exhibit at the […]
“What are those?”
All four of them looked at the ceiling, festooned from wall to wall with decorations: presents on strings, a collection of DVD cases for holiday favorites, a ventilation pipe wrapped in string lights. Among the hanging décor, just to their left, were a pool of ornaments –– each consisting of a Santa hat, above a pair of Santa pants.
“It’s like a holly jolly dry cleaner,” Dania quipped.
Stepping out of the Uber, Eleanor looked around. It was late, and the lights from the midnight market illuminated the intersection of Diversey and Kedzie better than any of the dim streetlamps could. She glanced at the surrounding buildings –– none of them showed any indication of being Chicago’s hidden tiki bar.
The car sped away, leaving her stranded in the center of Logan Square. She quickly texted Dania. At the intersection. Where r u?
“So where’s this mystery location we’re going for lunch, Gwen?” asked Dania, as they hurried down LaSalle Drive.
“You’ll see,” Gwen said.
“You’ve checked about price and everything?” Eleanor asked. “I’m on a tight budget.”
“I’m aware, El,” Gwen responded. “It’s going to be just fine.”
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