If you are between the ages of 16-20 and live in the vicinity of Chicago, you will try your hardest to look cool in your Instagram this summer. To do this you will be as boujee as possible and go downtown whenever you get the chance.
You will take your shitty fake ID and go to brunch at the Hampton Social. You will proceed to get your Connecticut ID taken from you because you and your friends definitely all didn't come to Chicago from New Haven, Connecticut and your Espadrilles and Marc Jacobs bag aren't fooling anyone. If by chance your ID isn't confiscated by the UIC Philosophy major waitress, then you are one of the few and the proud. Order that wine and pretend that you like it, even though you really don't. Oh and don't forget to candidly pose in front of that "Rose All Day" sign, so that everyone knows you went there.
After your overpriced brunch, you make your way down to the generic North Michigan Ave. stores. Get that risky top that no one can pull off from Top Shop and is still fugly no matter how discounted the price. Then drive your Range Rover back to whatever suburb and bask in the millions of Instagram notifications you are getting on your ~trendy~ pic.
Repeat this with Summer House-Santa Monica, The Signature Room, Hub 51, Lux Bar, Donut Vault and your summer will be complete.
But don't forget about Lolla! Put on that crop top and high waisted shorts. Maybe a two-piece outfit because we gotta stick with the trends. Throw that glitter all over yourself, boil the caps on your "water bottles" and get ready to chill at perry's until your feet feel like they are going to break off your body. Get on that train and try to get a seat even though you will probably just be sitting on someone's lap because everyone from your high school will be on the same train as you. Walk the mile there, listening to the people blasting music and getting ~hyped~. Don't forget to say hi to everyone from your high school and don't get stuck in a mosh pit. It will just ruin your hair that you spent an hour on.
Lastly, get a shit ton of cheese fries because you haven't eaten all day and you legit just burned your body weight in calories dancing right? Probably not. Sit on a curb, eat your yummy food and get ready for the last act of the night. Go to the one that isn't house music preferably because you have been listening to that since 12 pm. Once that is over and your feet hurt, and your hair is matted, and you're feeling self-conscious in your crop top and physically can't do life anymore. Walk that mile back to the train and silently ride home, shower and wonder how you are going to do it all over again.
Then go back to school because summer is over and you have been basic for way too long.
Now, don't get me wrong. I have pretty much done all these things. We are from the suburbs of Chicago, we are basic. It's just the way we gotta live.
