A woman comes up after the show -- maybe just squeaking past twenty-one, short blonde hair like Drew Barrymore in that one movie, perky breasts, firm ass, one of those jeans-and-tasteful-sweater outfits that screams sheltered DePaul undergrad who's looking for some kicks before she goes back to that Wilmette life she's taking a four-year break from.

DePaul Girl talks about how great the show was and the band was just fantastic and no, she'd never been to one of our shows before but her friends and her wanted to go out tonight and get a few drinks and the club was right around the corner from their dorm and boy what a great coincidence it was we were playing tonight. We get into a little talk on the corner of the stage about bands in Chicago and cool clubs to go to and things she should be checking out if she liked what she heard tonight.

DePaul Girl gives me her phone number, wants to know if I want to get some coffee or something sometime, I say sure, stick the number with the rest of them in my back pocket. Drunk Undergrad Looking for Kicks Girl leaves with her giggling pack of tasteful- sweater- too- much- makeup- ooh- I- better- not- have- another- slippery- nipple- cause- I'm- getting- a- little- too- drunk- and- I- have- classes- tomorrow friends. Deb comes over -- finally -- and I'm grateful 'cause we can finally make plans for when we're going to leave and head back to her place.