Talk about bad timing

A few weekends ago, Dave and I spent all of Saturday in Wicker Park. We ate at Mana, which I am now obsessed with, and shopped all along Milwaukee. Barely the tip of the iceberg when it comes to shopping in that area, but I certainly had my fill. At least my credit card did.

And I realized something...

I think I could live over there.

I know, I just moved! God dammit. But there's SUCH a different vibe in Wicker Park than there is here in Stick-Up-The-Ass River North.

Most people are RUDE here. Seriously. Our new apartment building is full of snotty, snotty bitches. And they are young. Way too young to have enough money to pay for their own apartment, that is. I don't care for the undeserved sense of entitlement.

For example, one evening, Dave and I were walking into Whole Foods just as one woman was approaching the door from the other side. We held the door for her, but she didn't even look at us, much less mutter "thank you." So I turned to her and said, "You're WELCOME." Dave quickly ushered me past her, but come on! Where's the courtesy?

Same thing happened one Saturday morning, as Dave and I were walking out of the building. We walked up to a door at the same time as two 20-year-olds approached from the other side. They were each wearing sweatshirts and Ugg boots. Dave opened the door and we moved to the side let them through first. Not one single thank-you. They barely looked at us. This time, Dave goes, "You're WELCOME." I went with the less appropriate, "Whores." (My own snottiness is escalating.)

And I realized that this uptight attitude extends past our building doors as well. On Halloween, Dave and I were walking to the train in our neighborhood and we noticed that NO ONE was dressed up. Not one person. I realize that not everyone likes Halloween, but I figured that in an area so crowded, we'd run into at least one other costume. Instead, we got stared at by uppity socialites who are Way Too Good for such a lowly holiday.

So, I can't believe I'm saying this, but maybe just one more move is in our future. Wicker Park has more personality on a bum-ridden street corner than River North does in its entire area. Rent's unbelievably cheaper, people (women) are sooooo much nicer and there's virtually no pretension. Favorite moment of shopping that weekend: when I was trying to call Dave's name to come back by the dressing room, a girl in the area saw that he wasn't hearing me and she goes, "DAVE!" I wanted to hug her. In River North, I would have gotten an obnoxious look and an eye roll.

The only thing stopping me it's not as convenient of a location as where we are now. Specifically, I like being by the Red Line so we can go up to Ang's or Mel's without a hassle. So, Wicker Parkians, convince me that your neighborhood is convenient (or more than worth the inconvenience). I just might be your neighbor come next year...