Going back home to Green Bay for the weekend is like going to a High School reunion; everybody is there- or at least everybody was at Stirups- the divey country western dance bar in “downtown.” Now listen I’m not dumping on Stirups- I love the dives and I love 3.50 rum and cokes- but sometimes you just don’t need to see your entire graduating class…especially when drunk.
Green Bay just reminds me of what I don’t want. I don’t want a downtown that consists of three blocks; I don’t want drunk driving to be permissible and a daily occurrence; I don’t want to correct gay jokes every 5 minutes; I don’t want to live in my past; I don’t want cheese heads to be acceptable club gear (just kidding on that one).
What I want is to make Chicago home and bring along the best of green bay- like china kitchen, los banditos hot sauce, the packers, karvana, my old yoga studio, and of course the besty.
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