I walked a lot, drank a lot of coffee and tea, and managed to get a third of my daily calories in by breakfast. I worked on my script for three hours, filling in actions while pretending to not exist on a Saturday night at a coffee shop I rarely visit.
During the day I visited a Chinese restaurant on Michigan Ave. that always astounds me by its strange and brisk trade during a very small span of time, it’s 70’s decor, and its completely superfluous second level. The restaurant is mall-style Chinese food, but they also prepare specialty cakes with little decorations as detailed as those you might’ve played with as a kid in obscure farm/barn/construction kits. They are also meticulously clean, and make good bubble tea. I have a hard time imagining what they really do. While in line, the woman behind the counter picked up a karaoke style microphone and spoke into it in Chinese for a minute, then put it back down. While I’m pretty sure that she was ordering a food refill, it’s still unnerving to see someone commit a near incomprehensible act in a foreign language, like some kind of strange incantation that only summons orange chicken.
Other than this, I saw the Tiffany dome over the Chicago Cultural Center, and it’s amazing. Someone was being married under it this evening.
Either way, progress was made. I hope to spend time finishing my script tomorrow, and editing and formatting it on Monday. I’ve seen some rough transitions in there lately.