On Saturday, we went into Wicker Park, a neighborhood on the NW side of Chicago. We heard of hipsters and a cool coffee shop called the Worm Hole. We got off the CTA blue line and began wandering down streets seeking this coffee shop. We visited a four-story used book store, who's floor to ceiling labyrinth smelled of dust and mildewed pages. The main strip was strewn with second-hand shops and bars, each with its own personality.
When we finally found the Worm Hole we took a seat at the bar and enjoyed glasses of iced tea, commenting on the Star Wars and other 70's/80's paraphernalia (including a full sized DeLorean). We played Super Mario Bro's. Wicker Park is truly hipster.
When we arrived back at the Loop downtown, we felt at home near the 20-story buildings and flying taxi's. We realized that when it comes to being hipster, we are not. We are us and it's ok to realize we're not something else.
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