Chicago, for all of its merits, has always carried a bit of a disconnect to my past. In Michigan and especially in New York, I always had friends from my hometown (Melbourne, FL – America’s second booziest city!) to keep me company. In Chicago, I have no such connections. And now that I am living alone for the first time in my life, in a small building somewhat removed from the majority of people I do know in this city, I can’t help but feel a little isolated.
Today, however, I discovered that I am not that alone. While attending an event for the Epicurean Club – of which I am a newly appointed co-chair! – I chatted with a second-year who I’d just met. At some point, Florida came up and she mentioned she was from Melbourne. And as if that wasn’t enough, during a later discussion about the neighborhood we were in, we discovered that not only are we from the same hometown, but we actually live in the same building. I guess I’m not that far removed from home after all.
hilarious! who is the other melbourne native?
Hey! I’ve been secretly blog-stalking you for quite awhile, and decided to start my own blog because you weren’t updating yours and I was getting bored. :-) I literally posted my first to my blog today. I’m glad to see you getting back into it…
Relating to your post…a group of the Melbourne girls went to Vegas 2 weekends ago for a bachelorette party. Their waiter was from Melbourne and used to work at Dijons. The world really revolves around Melbourne…
I was more surprised to see Melbourne’s drunkenness ranking…although it’s nice to finally have proof of my suspicions
I’m from Ohio, but pretty much all of my friends here in NYC are from Melbourne. What the hell?
You do know that as soon as you sip your 3rd beer of the night, you’re a “heavy drinker” according to the poll, right?