By now you’ve figured out what a moron I am.
You wanted to go to the Palace Theater. You clearly could tell I’m a big ol’ homo because you singled me out of the entire crowd of people on the sidewalk you could have asked for directions to a big ol’ Versailles-inspired theater.
In my defense, I physically pointed you in the right direction: north and west. But I told you to walk up State and turn left on Roosevelt. It was only when we’d walked a good block away from each other that I realized Roosevelt was so not the street you wanted … because it was actually more than 10 blocks behind you.
So I sprinted back to find you and tell you breathlessly that you wanted to turn left on Lake. North on State and left on Lake.
You thanked me profusely and I headed back to my bus stop to play Words with Friends, my newest obsession on my iPhone.
And when the bus came and I got on it and we started driving north on State, it suddenly hit me. The Palace Theater is actually on Randolph.
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