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Write It Down

I feel that this picture says so much about me.

The situation: At a bar in Wicker Park, enjoying good company, good conversation and an all-around good evening. A new acquaitance tells me about something that I feel is noteworthy. I write it down.

Yes, I'm in the middle of a beer. Yes, it's 2:00am in a bar. But apparently, I have the urge to add to my lists. I told you it was an obsession. Most of you who know me realize this, hence Dave's reaction to take a picture of me in action.

I have to laugh at myself. Feel free to do the same.

This is for the fast boat, right?

I just had one of the greatest weekends in Chicago. Thanks, Dave, for being my cohort in the fun shenanigans.

Dave visited from Philadelphia this past weekend with a friend. We had a chance to hang out on Saturday and Sunday, and I enjoyed a fun weekend that was much needed.

The highlight of Saturday was definitely the boat ride we took along Lake Michigan. We walked down to Navy Pier at dusk and got tickets for the Seadog boat ride. While purchasing the tickets, Dave asked the guy, "This is for the fast boat, right?" The guy laughed at us and agreed.

Since it was late, we were just in time for the evening boat ride for the Navy Pier fireworks. (They happen every Saturday during the summer, and I highly recommend checking them out besides the Fourth of July.) I should explain that the Seadog boats are huge speadboats that go over 45mph...and we rode it at night.

It started lightning before we boarded the boat, but that didn't stop the ride. We made our way out onto Lake Michigan amongst other evening boats enjoying the clear night. As soon as we passed the barrier, the boat took off and we started racing the other Seadog. Awesome. I was a little skeptic about a boat ride at night on Lake Michigan, but it was perfect. We were flying along the dark lake (farther out than the other boats) with lightning flashing to the east and the Chicago skyline illuminated on the west. The boat started blaring music from Eddie Money, Rihanna and various other artists, but it wasn't until Kanye started playing that the mood was set. The boat kicked into high gear and "Welcome to Chicago" by Kanye started playing. Perfect. (Gotta love the Chi-town artists.) We eventually stopped to idle for the fireworks, which were spectacular. Nothing like fireworks just because.

We revved up again for more speeding around and jumping over the other Seadog wakes. The boat ride was so smooth and so fast - a perfect combo. Dave and I got a little wet from the water splashing on us (Dave took the brunt of it.) Good thing we didn't sit in the back like the guy suggested...the splash is a bit bigger in the back.

Either way the wind from the speed got the best of us.

This boat ride is definitely a top moment in Chicago for me. We rode along the lake for an hour and half and I would've done it all day if I had the chance. Guess I'll start saving up now.

Any of you boys seen an aircraft-carrier around here?

Sorry about my long absence with updates. I will explain that reasoning later.

A couple weekeds ago I went to the Chicago Air and Water Show. I didn't wake up early enough to see the water show portion, but the air show was plenty of excitement for me. I've only been to the Kansas City Air Show, and Chicago's show definitely trumps KC's. You just had to be there to experience the wonders of our airplane/jet technology. I think I'm a bit more fanatical from dating Chris. May I remind you that the man is obsessed with all things involved with an air show.

I went to the show on Friday afternoon and all day on Saturday. Laying out on North Avenue beach while the Blue Angels stormed overhead was amazing. I just kept staring in wonder. The Oracle was entertaining, and did tricks that I thought were impossible for a plane to do. I could go on and on about each performer, but it's an event that you just have to see in person. Indescribable.

I left a little early on Saturday, since I had already seen the Blue Angels perform the day before and the heat was taking its toll on me. As I was walking through the city to catch the bus, I watched the Blue Angels above the buildings surrounding me in order to regroup for their next formation. It was then when I noticed a homeless man gripping the life out of a stop sign with his eyes bugged out staring at the sky. The poor man was scared to death from the "unknown" jets flying overhead. I'm sure flashbacks from 'Nam were popping up...along with a case of the crazies. He looked like the stop sign was going to save him from the attack that was about to happen in his head. I laughed, but I did have afterthoughts of sympathy. It was quite the sight though.

Here's a few photos and a video that I attempted to capture of the weekend. Really wish I had a "quick capture" camera for that weekend.

Question: Who knows what movie my title is from?

Workin' Girl

I'm still at work.

It's 8pm.

I'm NOT a fan.

(Long exhale followed by a grown...and tummy grumbling from no dinner)

House Guest

Christina and I had another house guest after Rachel, Chris and Chris left last weekend. Christina's house guest, Jordan, was here all week. Jordan is 12 years old, so I thought it would be crazy to have yet another house guest especially a younger girl, but it wasn't. She was quiet, very nice and happily kept Cali company. She watched Cali while Christina and I went to work during the day. I'd come home and we'd hang out watching TV. The only issue was all the hair I had to clean up after her.

One night Christina was taking Cali out for a potty break and Jordan tagged along. As some of you may know, our front steps to the second floor are steep and hardwood. Little Jordan started walking down the steps and only made it down a couple before tripping and stumbling all the way down. She ended in a somersault before hitting the bottom of the staircase. Jordan luckily was okay and Christina got through the heartbreak of watching the fall. Jordan, like any 12-year-old walked along with Cali avoiding eye contact with Christina. She was over the incident soon enough though, and seemed to enjoy the rest of her stay here (accident-free.)

I was sad to say 'bye' since Jordan was such a sweetheart. It was a fun week with the girls.

Meet 12-year-old Jordan.

Surprised?

One thing I learned from a week with the girls...two golden retreivers shed twice as much as one. You'd think this would be obvious, but looking at the blond hair-covered rug after Jordan left made me realize just how much these dogs shed. Watching the dog-hair tumbleweeds across our wooden floors increased my awareness of their shed factor even more. Not quite out of the wild wild west of goldens, but still able to enjoy Cali while I'm here. (Ha! Did you enjoy that little play-on words?)

Here's a couple more of the girls at play during our night alone.

Happy Belated Birthday to Me

Last Friday was the first birthday I celebrated as a Chicago resident, and I have to say it was a funfilled day. My KC friends, Rachel and Chris, came up to visit. They were here for Lollapalooza, but that's beside the point. I'm sure they were thrilled to have a birthday girl in their presence as they headed off to the festival. Of course my Chris drove up to celebrate with me. Did I mention that Rachel gave me a birthday present as soon as she walked in my door? Pure joy. Rachel, you know how to make someone feel special. =)

I woke up that morning to find many birthday cards at my doorstep. Yay for the mailman coming early! Thank you to everyone who has amazing timing with birthday wishes and the post office! I love snail mail.

Chris and I walked Rachel and Chris to their first day at Lolla. It was a beautiful day despite the heat beating down on us. We window shopped along Michigan Avenue and State Street. Then, we began the best part of my birthday, the architecture boat tour.

We boarded The First Lady and boated along the Chicago River for an hour and a half. The docent guided us through all of Chicago's historic buildings and taught us the architecture all along the way. I got the tourist bug and took way too many pictures, which probably earned me the title of "most annoying passenger." I did lose some of my favorite photos from that day after a computer issue when I was uploading them. Guess I will have to go on another boat tour soon to get those back. Here are a few photos that didn't get lost in my Gateway's neurotic behavior.

Merchandise Mart-larget public building in the world

You should know this one. The building to the right is the largest concrete building in the world. Don't let the photo deceive you, the Sears Tower is still the towering skyscraper in Chicago.

The birthday girl as happy as can be.

After the boat tour, Chris and I walked to Old Town for dinner. We went to Adobo Grill, a new favorite restuarant in Chicago. They make the guacamole right at your table (by far the best guac I've ever had) and shake the margaritas cold right before your eyes (delicious margaritas also.) The couple arguing next to us really added to the atmosphere and gave us something to make fun of through dinner. I'm sure they didn't appreciate Chris and I's laughter and snickering. Of course I had a chocalatey dessert to top off my birthday dinner.

There was another birthday celebration going on at a nearby table. The waiters sang "Happy Birthday" to her and I sat there watching and wishing.

Chris was mad he didn't think of saying something first.

I told him it was ok...although, I did make him sing "Happy Birthday" to me when we got home.

We made due with leftover cupcakes that Christina had baked for a coworker's birthday earlier that week. It's just not a true birthday celebration without candles to wish on. I'm still young and can still blow them all out in one breath. Did you know that most candles come in packs of 24? This was the last year I only had to buy one pack. Next year I will buy two. Is it weird that I'm kind of sad about that?

Cheers to year #24! Let's hope it's a good one!

(I probably won't be cheersing my age ten years from now. I'll hope you lose track of time, and it will be my little secret then.)

New Apartment, New Roomie

It's a little early to be announcing my move seeing how it's not happening until Labor Day weekend, but I officially signed the lease last week. I have enjoyed my Logan Square residency and have no issues with my wonderful roomie, Christina. My big reason for swapping homes yet again...Chris and I have decided to move in together!

Most of you who even read this blog know this big news, but just spreading the word officially via blog. And before I have any conservatives posting comments on premarital cohabitation, let me explain. Ahem. Chris and I have discussed this decision for a length of time now and don't take this matter lightly. We are committed and have been thoughtful about taking this step forward in our relationship. And don't try to throw that "you're more likely to get divorced" psychobabble at me. As a psychology major, I've examined the flaws of those case studies and understand the reasoning for those conclusions. If you want to discuss this more or argue my point, then please feel free to contact Dr. Omri Gillath, a leading psychologist in today's intimate relationships research and publications. (Just Google him) Anywho, I had to explain that little tidbit for all you naysayers.

Now back to the fun details for all you just dying to know more. =)

The apartment is in the Old Town neighborhood of Chicago, more specifically in the Old Town Triangle Historic District. There are tours specifically for this neighborhood since the history is so rich. In the 1850s, German-Catholic immigrants settled there. The infamous Second City has called Old Town home since its Chicago opening in 1959. The neighborhood also became the center of hippie culture in the 1960s. And by September it will be Chris and I's neighborhood. I'll go more in depth with my history lesson once I've submerged myself in Old Town.

We leased a walk-up brownstone style apartment on the second floor. Lincoln Park is two blocks away, which means the lake is walking distance. I could also walk to work when the weather is nice. (Please understand that I love walking more than the average person - four. hour. walks. enjoyable.) I'm SO excited to be in such a great location. As for the apartment, Chris and I have a lot of furniture/accessories to purchase. This isn't so much because the place is too big. It's more or less the $60 Salvation Army couch from college that screams at me to grow up and invest in a nicer sofa. I'm excited to make this apartment a home by decorating and getting new "grown-up" belongings. Of course I'll keep you updated on how it all comes together.

Not to overshadow the most important aspect by all the decorating/shopping talk, I do realize what the most exciting factor is. Brace yourself, here comes the cheese...I could not be more happy to take this next step with Chris. I have really enjoyed being Christina's roommate, but I'm going to love having Chris as a roommie. Obviously, he is more than a roommie, but you get my point. I think having two bathrooms will help with any disgusting boy habits (boy bathrooms are just gross - no need for details.) And who am I kidding, all bad habits can change. (Hence, when you come to visit us, you will have the choice of two clean bathrooms.) =)

Well, that's my exciting news. Any advice for the young couple...comment below.

Absolutely Nothing and It Felt Great

I did absolutely nothing this weekend and it felt wonderful. I'm neither sad nor proud to admit that I woke up Saturday morning in my pajamas and went to sleep in those same pajamas...without ever changing clothes or taking a shower in the between hours. To my defense, it was raining all day on Saturday. Although after watching an early viewing of Jerry Maguire, I did fall back asleep until 3pm. Work has been taking a toll on me, but that story is for another day.

Naturally, I did do something. I just didn't leave the confinements of my apartment. I managed to watch back-to-back episodes of HGTV's finest. I caught up on Tori & Dean's life (Oh, Tori Spelling why is your life so intriguing to me) and on all Bravo programming. Speaking of which, how did I not know that Project Runway began last Wednesday?! WooHoo - the season has begun. Now, back to a very important topic...

My name is Rebecca, and I'm addicted to HGTV. It's no joke that I will probably be on Intervention one day with friends and family begging me to stop watching home improvement shows. They'll fly me off to a rehab center in Southern California for detox while I'm shaking on the plane from the withdrawl symptoms of missing House Hunter and Property Virgins. I'm sure it won't get that bad though...just never let me get DVR. I will continue to live vicariously through the shows until I'm a home owner or become a successful realtor in a booming market. Favorites that I highly recommend: House Hunters (& International), Property Virgins, My First Space, Design Star, Get It Sold, Designed to Sell and My House Is Worth What. I warned you though...addictive...all of them.

I also wasted time making lists and browsing furniture online. I wrote down furniture, accessories, color schemes for each room of my new apartment. Did I mention that I will have a new apartment with a new roommate beginning Labor Day weekend? That's for an upcoming blog. ;-)

I've tried to participate in all the Chicago summer events since I've moved, but every now and then you need a day or two to sit around in your PJs and do nothing. I still managed to see the city skyline on a Sunday walk, so I don't feel too bad about my lethargic behavior. At least now I know how to redesign a living room to fit my style and how to research and finance a first home before buying. So all was not lost in laziness.

Summer Days

Last Saturday Chris and I spent the a fun summer day at Olive Beach by Navy Pier. I love the Chicago beaches. Lake Michigan looks more like an ocean to me than a great lake, and the city skyline behind the sandy beaches is a beautiful scenic backdrop. Saturday was perfect weather and I think I actually sweated. I do miss the Midwest heat since the summer weather here is not as hot. My hair doesn't miss the humidity one bit though.

On Sunday Chris and I walked our way through Lincoln Park eventually making our way up to Lincoln Park zoo. It was my first time to the free zoo. The zoo was entertaining to say the least. Each habitat had the typical zoo animals including lots of little kids running around screaming at glass-shattering pitches. A pidgen pooped on my leg - still not sure how he hit only the back of my calf missing my butt entirely. It was an easy aim to clean up, although Chris took his sweet time to get napkins for my pidgen-pooed leg. While we wondered through the reptile house, Chris and I saw the most entertaining action for the day. The photo below explains it all.

Chris and I seem to find humor wherever we go, so a day at the park and zoo was so much fun.

Congratulations, Navteq

Congratulations to Navteq on making the smartest decision!

The company recently hired Christopher Pyle to be a part of their Chicago team. In my opinion they just hired their most valuable asset...but I suppose I'm biased. If you're interested to know more about Navteq, check out the link below. I would try to explain what the company does, but Chris laughs evertime I try to interpret anything aerospace.

http://www.navteq.com/

I'm so proud of my man and even happier that I am no longer his Sugar Mama.

Congratulations, Chris, on your hard work! See you in Chicago in a couple of weeks!

America the Beautiful

On the Fourth of July, Chris and I spent the morning grocery shopping at Dominick's. I wish there was a way to express my love for grocery stores, especially Dominick's. There is no quick trip to the store for me. I spend at least ten minutes in the cereal aisle, 15 minutes in front of the ice cream coolers (usually deciding on a new Ben & Jerry's, but who am I kidding - I'm going for a pint of Half Baked), 15 minutes around the produce and deli counter (side dishes and store-prepared meals intrigue me) and at least 20 unnecessary laps around the store. What makes grocery shopping even more fun - having a buddy to explore with...or to at least control me. So it was a good morning...especially after baking and eating the Cinnabon Pillsbury Cinnamon Rolls. =)

I'm realizing with each entry that I talk about food an awful lot. I promise to add more excitement to my life so not to overwhelm you with my love of food. So back to the Fourth festivities...

Chris and I roamed around Old Town neighborhood for the afternoon. I showed him the apartment I saw for rent that I'm still mourning. The perfect starter apartment for a young couple such as ourselves, and it was taken right from under me. The rental market is tough in Chi-town.

After walking around the city for hours, we headed back to my Logan Square abode to take naps. I love me a good nap. Chris woke me up just in time to go see the Navy Pier fireworks display. We found a grassy spot among the crowd and enjoyed the explosives commemorating our great nation. There were actually two fireworks displays exploding at the same time along the lake - one by Navy Pier, the other just south. I couldn't get over the fact that we were staring off into the dark summer sky to watch beautiful sparks appear only to look behind us and see the magnificent city lights illuminating the night sky. The skyline was just as beautiful as the fireworks.

The Wrigley Building stopped me in my tracks that night. The building is probably my favorite in the city, and on the Fourth of July it looked even more majestic. See for yourself (although a photo doesn't do justice).

The Taste

The Taste of Chicago ended last weekend, but I made sure to go twice during its two week span. For those of you not familiar with the Taste, it's Chicago's largest festival in Grant Park with lots of food and music. The park is packed with food stands of all Chicago's famous eateries. You buy tickets and then get any food you desire with your tickets. The festival also features free concerts with amazing artists. This year the Taste featured Stevie Wonder, Bonnie Raitt, Joss Stone and many others.

My first trip to the Taste as a local was during my lunch break at work. Some coworkers and I took a trolley to Grant Park from the Mart. After roaming around the BBQ-smoky streets, Rob and I decided to get the 10 ticket turkey leg from Helen's - quite the experience. We ate like kings...literally. All I needed was a goblet to drink out of. The photo below shows the turkey leg in all its majesty.

After a chocolate strawberry and fudge, we headed back to work. I was in a turkey coma for the rest of the day. Damn you, L-Tryptophan! (That's the sleepy stuff in turkey)

Chris finally arrived in town after many plane/weather issues. Nothing like being at the airport until 1am. Thursday morning Chris and I commuted together since Chris had an interview in the same building as Ogilvy. After a half day at work and great interview, we made our way to the Taste.

This time I was on a mission. We bought 48 tickets, and made our way through the crowds. 48 Tickets will buy: mini crab cakes, one O'Brien's corn on the cob, a bottle of Pepsi, Adobo's guacamole (taste size), half a Billy Goat's cheezborger (if you mentally corrected my mispelling, you're obviously not familiar with the magnificent Billy Goat's Tavern), a liter of water, cup of lemon and strawberry Italian ice, cup of Bobtail's strawberry and vanilla ice cream (the best strawberry ice cream you will EVER have) and a pizza bite. Eating ourselves into a daze, Chris and I went back to my 'hood to nap. Cheers for two hour naps!

Go Sox!

I went to my first White Sox game on Monday. My roommate and her family invited me to enjoy the game at U.S. Cellular Field with them. Although the stadium doesn't have the old charm that Wrigley does, I enjoyed every minute of my Sox experience.

The view of the city was amazing from the top of the ballpark. (Wish I had taken a picture at the time.) We had seats in the upper deck, and got there just in time for the first inning. As soon as I sat down, I jumped out of my skin from the fireworks booming to initiate the game. I think my excitement level was pretty high, so I needed to calm down a bit if there were going to be explosives throughout the game. Christina and her mom seemed to get a kick out of my anxious behavior though.

The evening was filled with ballpark food...nachos, churros and Miller Lite. Churros, that's a new one for me but apparently a must at a Sox game. While Christina watched the game, I continued blabbing on about such topics:

• We need a nachos cheese machine in our kitchen, and Christina should not be surprised if she comes home to see one on our counter. We agreed that nachos would be on the menu every night for dinner.


• Baseball players look sexy in the old school uniforms. There's something about that Field of Dreams look with the raised socks and quarter-length sleeves. Guess I'm just an American girl.


• The Kansas City Royals prepared Jermaine Dye for his debut as a Chicago White Sox. The Royals apparently love giving away their best players to top-rated teams because it's becoming a trend. Other ex-Royals that flew the nest are Johnny Damon for the Boston Red Sox, Carlos Beltran for the New York Mets and Paul Byrd for the Cleveland Indians.


• Super rope is delicious, but not as delicious as Red Vines.


• I bet a chocolate churro would be way better than a vanilla churro. Too bad they were out of chocolate churros.


• Pretty much the rest of my chatting for the night was about food. Surprise surprise.

Alley Racket

Noises I hear from the alley next to my apartment:

-- Homeless men yelling at each other and digging in the garbage bins. It's a wonder I can't smell them from our windows too.

-- Church choir singing hymns on Sunday afternoons and Wednesday evenings. How can I hear their praises to the Lord so clearly? The choir room windows from the church next door face the south side of our apartment. I don't know if the choir senses when I turn on my TV to watch my Wednesday night show, So You Think You Can Dance, but they always seem to sing the loudest during that time. Damn it, Choir, knock it off with the Kumbaya and let Twitch and Kerrington do their thing with no interruption!

-- Latin music blasting from a ghetto car that is set low enough to the ground the bottom scrapes along the speed bumps. The Spanish-speaking music is SO loud that the bass bumps through our apartment and I'm relearning a second language with each drive by. Who knew Latinos could be such thugs while blaring Celia Cruz from their stereos?

-- Car horns honking while idling in front of an apartment. Apparently, this is the best way to retrieve someone you are picking up. God forbid the person park his car and knock on the door (that would be too old-fashion) or call from his cell phone so he doesn't irritate the neighbors (it's doubtful that he doesn't have a cell phone if he can afford 26" rims on his shitastic car.)

-- Kids screaming at 7AM every Saturday and Sunday. How does playing and running around always involve screaming for little kids? There are dog breeds that are bred without the ability to bark. I'm just saying...let's give it a little thought.

Congratulations, Mountain Man!

My big brother is moving to Denver, Colorado! I'm SO excited for him and couldn't be more proud that he's making the leap to the mountains. For those of you who know Nate, you know that Colorado is the ideal place for him.

Now I have someone to visit in one of my favorite places. Looks like I'll be making many trips to Colorado in the future to visit my bro, and to enjoy the mountain air. Speaking of which - I could really use a vacation sometime soon. See ya in the peaks, Nate!

Congratulations on the new job and new home!

You can conquer any mountain 'cause...you're the man!

Lessons Learned

1. If there is the slightest chance of rain, bring your umbrella no matter how sunny it is in the morning. Otherwise, you will be running from work to the train station in the pouring rain while everyone else stares at you from under their umbrellas. After too many blocks in a downpour, the homeless woman waiting for the blue line train will exclaim from the sight of you, "Damn! It must really be raining out there." Yes, Captain Obvious, it is raining.
2. Don't ever make room for the seat next to you on the El for someone else, especially men wearing too much cologne. Unless you enjoy the overwhelming smell of rubbing alcohol resembling a hospital utility closet, then you should just stay put and make him stand. My nostrils are still stinging from that wicked scent.
3. No matter how nice of a day it is, don't walk to Target to get anything. Everyone knows that a list for shampoo and conditioner turns into a whole cart of everything else you didn't think of. It doesn't take but two blocks to figure out that walking there was a bad idea. Who knew how heavy bags full of dish soap, milk, fist sticks and more could feel after several blocks? Thank God I only got half a gallon of milk.

Old Town & Wells St. Art Fairs

This entry is a little overdo, but work has been busy this week and being on the computer after sitting in front of one all day is not my idea of fun. Anywho...

Last Saturday I went to Chicago's Old Town and Wells Street Art Fairs. I should note that everytime there is a event, festival or outting not in Logan Square, I usually end up walking more than half the way there. Logan Square is just not conveniently located, and when it's a nice day, I opt for walking. So I took the blue line train to the Damen stop and walked all the way from there to Wells Street. For all you non-Chicagoans, that's a bit of a walk.

After a refreshing Starbucks coffee, I met up with a new friend at the Wells Street Art Fair to check it out first. I hadn't even ate breakfast and I was already craving the greasy concoctions of festival food that wafted in the warm breeze. After applying sunscreen to protect my newly freckledy shoulders, I left Wells Street soon after to check out the Old Town Art Fair that took place further north off of Lincoln Avenue.

The two art fairs are not too similar. The Old Town Art Fair is a place for people actually looking to buy art, critiquing each piece with their partner and enjoying a tall lemonade with their upper class friends. Wells Street Art Fair is more of a place to drink beers, enjoy music, eat a buttery corncob from O'Brien's...oh, and check out the pieces of art next to the Budweiser stand. I opted for Old Town early in the afternoon and then hang with the crowds on Wells Street later. (By the way - the Wells Street Art Fair is actually in Old Town and the Old Town Art Fair is nearing Lincoln Park area...odd.)

I gulped down a large lemonade at the Old Town Art Fair. The summer afternoon was sunny and gorgeous - perfect to roam the streets lined with art booths. I picked favorite art pieces and tucked business cards in my pocket...hopeful thinking for the day when I have money to purchase them. Later, I met up with Christina. We decided it was time to try the sangria while we became art critics. Soon we left to head south to Wells Street.

Back at Wells Street Art Fair, I met up with some old KC friends and another KC native. Bruno organized our small group of "used to live and work in KC and now live and work in Chicago." Amber, my old intern coordinator at MMG, was there. It was great to see familiar faces. I hit a point recently where I needed to see someone who already new me - I could be sarcastic and tell inappropriate jokes and not be afraid of judgement just be comfortable.

I had the best time with the KC-turned-Chicago group (plus Christina) on Saturday. We drank the cheapest beer we could find, shared our experiences in the Windy City and relived good times from KC. After two beers, the best guacamole ever (from Adobe Grill stand), two pork tacos and a Twisted Sister red velvet cupcake, we headed to Bruno's rooftop deck for the evening. The cloudy sky looked like rain was coming our way, but it quickly cleared off by the time we settled on the roof. The Chicago skyline illuminated in the clear night sky. I tried to capture it on camera but no photo could portray the moment. Some art just can't beat the real deal. I really needed a day like that.

I'll see you next year, Old Town and Wells Street Art Fairs.

Ice Cream Treasure

The Ogilvy office has an ice cream cooler with lots of yummy choices and its all free. They stock it with the good stuff too: Snickers and Twix ice cream bars, Ben & Jerry's mini cups and ice cream bars, Choco Tacos, King Cones, Push-Ups, ice cream sandwiches, etc.

Today, I discovered a new favorite...the Reese's ice cream bar. It's vanilla ice cream with swirls of Reese's Peanut Butter and pieces of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. All of that covered in chocolate on a stick. Delicious!

Just thought I'd share my happy ice cream experience this afternoon. Now, it's back to work...I love my job.

Weekend Update

I had my first visitor this past weekend. My friend, Lindsay (aka Georgia,) from Atlanta was the guest of honor. My drive to the airport to pick her up was my first awful experience with Chicago traffic. What should take 20-25 minutes to get to Midway Airport, ended up taking an hour and 20 minutes. White knuckles clutching the wheel, sweat dripping down my back from refusing to waste energy on AC...I finally arrived to see a familiar friend.

We went to Gene & Georgetti's for an eventful Friday night dinner. The old Italian men charmed us with their service and crisp white shirts and ties. The restaurant was a place where everyone knew each other, besides us, and the bartendar greeted people at the door by their first names. The highlight of the night was a couple at the table next to us. The lady got angry and threw her glass of water at the guy (like a scene from a movie.) The glass broke and the guy cancelled their orders and left. The woman stayed put and demanded from the waitor that he bring her the lasagna she ordered. He explained that her date left and cancelled the food. A normal person would've left as soon as the glass broke realizing quickly their moment of insanity, but she was not a normal person. This lady calls her date and demands that he pays for her lasagna and gives her cab fare for the ride home. The even crazier part is this guy succombs to her demanding ways and pays for her requests! She doesn't even get two bites into her meal before she breaks another glass out of anger. Something must have clicked at that moment because she finally left the restaurant. The waitors didn't waste a moment after she left to come up to our table and say, "Did you see all that?!" We couldn't stop laughing and they couldn't stop exclaiming in their Italian accents, "No wonder her date left her. I would too! She was crazy!" It was a dinner to remember.

After the dramatic dinner, Georgia and I went to the Pump Room in the East Ambassador Hotel. Framed black and white photos of old movie stars surrounded the room. A Sinatra-esque band played in the background, and we ordered martinis to make it an all-around old school evening. The place lacked air conditioning so we eventually called it an early night.

Saturday morning we went to breakfast at Lou Mitchell's downtown. Loved the atmosphere - an old diner with cheap eats and big portions. The line was way out the door when we arrived, but a guy came around serving FREE doughnut holes covered in powered sugar. Then, as soon as we were seated, we were served a little box of Milk Duds with our waters. The waitress served a bowl with a large orange slice and a prune before we ordered...again, FREE. The food we ordered was delicious and very filling, just how I like my breakfast. After our meal the waitress served a small cup of soft-served ice cream...FREE! I plan to take more of my future visitors to this cozy diner. What a great way to start the morning. Thanks, Lou Mitchell!

Georgia and I spent the rest of our Saturday shopping along Michigan Avenue and eventually making our way to Wrigleyville. We went to Harry Carey's for a beer, and ended up running into a pub crawl that we joined midway through. After free drinks at the pub crawl (thanks to Miller Lite promotions,) we went to Bye Bye Liver. Bye Bye Liver is a live show that entertains the crowd with sketch comedy acts and drinking games. I enjoyed it, but I'm not sure how quickly I'd go back. Georgia, my roommie and I made our way to Wicker Park. We went to Flat Iron (new bar - won't be going back) and then made a stop for some street vendor hot dogs. As we were headed home, we made the decision to get margaritas at El Cid. I became a big fan of the Logan Square place, and plan to go back soon for dinner. Nothing like a great restaurant close to home.

Sunday morning we went to watch Sex and the City. I think we all just wanted to sit in a dark room and relax with a good movie. I was a fan of the movie, but boy, was I an emotional mess for all two hours. Yes, I'll admit it - I cry at the movies, especially chick flicks. Although, in my defense this was no ordinary chick flick. The movie was great, but I felt drained afterwards. Thanks, SATC, for the emotional rollercoaster.

The weekend didn't end in tears though. I sent Georgia on her way back to Atlanta, and then went for my usual two hour walk around the neighborhoods. Still exploring my city and finding new things out there. Stay tuned for more excursions...

Lists, Lists and More Lists

Many of you know my obsession with making lists. I've always had Post-Its or sheets of paper laying around my apartment listing things to do today, this week or throughout the year. My lists aren't only for things to do though. What else is list-worthy? New Year's resolutions, breeds of the dog I hope to own someday, foods I should eat, what to buy on my next shopping spree, funny sayings I've said or heard, companies I owe money to, favorite songs - these are all lists I currently have.

Ever since I moved to Chicago, I began carrying a little notebook around with me filled with lists. The lists are Chicago restaurants I should try, places to go in Chicago, places to take visitors in Chicago, events coming up in the city, etc. Whenever I read or hear from anyone in Chicago about a favorite restaurant, great place to go for drinks, the perfect Chicago date or an upcoming event, I add it to my notebook. It's so handy and serves as my memory most of the time. There are so many new places I want to try and experience in Chicago, so my lists keep track of it all.

My problem is that my lists keep growing and I haven't put a dent in them yet. I've checked off a few to-dos, but I have a long way to go. Looks like I have a summer just waiting for fun things to happen. If you're curious about what is on my two main Chicago lists, see below. If you have a suggestion on Chicago favorites, then post them.

Chicago Restaurants/Bars to Try:

• Lula Cafe
• Ann Sather (for breakfast/brunch)
• Catch 35 (when I have the money to eat there)
• Charlie Trotter's
• Ed Debevic's
• Heaven on Seven
• Hot Chocolate (when it's cold again)
• Blackey's
• Perry's Deli
• Wishbone (brunch)
• Volare
• Violet Drape (or Room, maybe Door...not sure the exact name, but it's in Wicker Park)
• Cafe Ba Ba Reeba
• Sushi Mira
• El Cid
• Azucar
• Cafe Spiaggia
• Gibson's (again, once I have the money for it)

Chicago Things To Do:

• Second City
• Architecture boat tour
• Wicked
• Jersey Boys
• Go to the beach
• Blue Man Group
• Cubs game
• Sox game
• Tailgate and go to Bears game
• Lincoln Park Zoo
• John Hancock Observatory
• Botanical Gardens
• Chocolate tour
• Museum of Science & Industry
• Garfield Park Conservatory
• Six Flags
• "Fly Me to the Moon" exhibit at Adler Planetarium
• Air & Water Show
• Long Grove (in suburbs)

CTA Discovery

After many strenuous rides on the CTA (Chicago Transportation Authority), I decided it's time to share a memorable moment.

Lately, the train has been crammed with people every morning. It doesn't matter how earlier or late I arrive...I can guarantee to be squeezed in like a sardine. I always admire the riders who sit comfortably in their seat reading the latest RedEye while I barely have a grip on the metal bar wobbling on my "sea" legs. I still haven't adjusted or just don't have the balance in me to stand steady on the constantly shifting train car. I'm always bumping into the next person as soon as the train pulls away or comes to a halt at the station. I feel like the jug of milk that didn't get placed properly in the back seat of the car. So while you're driving comfortably home, I'm rolling all over the place knocking everything around in site. With a crammed train car, nobody likes the girl who can't stand on her own. You'd think they would like the comedic act in the morning, but I'm the only one laughing at myself every morning.

This morning there was an overly joyous Latino who could not contain his excitement in the train car. He continued talking to his friend on his cell phone telling him that yesterday was the best day of his life, and that he had the urge to scream about it to everyone on the train. Oh no. I'm all for other people's joys in life, but it was too early and too crowded for this level of enthusiasm. The guy told his friend, "You know, I think I am going to shout out my great news to everyone here. I just need to wait for the next stop since it's too loud now." Everyone surrounding me looked at each other nervously, and the guy next to me directed another passenger to take off his headphones to catch the craziness that was about to happen. The train comes to a slow stop. Then, you hear the big announcement from the Latino, "Everyone, Jesus Christ loves you!!! He loves me! I met him last night at the Baptist church! Save yourself and go to the Baptist church on Armitage to meet him! He's there!!! I'm SO happy!!! And you could be too!!!"

There were mixed reactions throughout the train car. A couple people shouted, "Amen!" while he pronounced his devotion and newfound faith. Other people rolled their eyes and looked absolutely disgusted by the distraction. One guy yelled back, "Jesus is everywhere not just on Armitage!" Another "Amen!" followed that as well. My reaction - I couldn't stop smiling and laughing. How could anyone be so disgusted with this announcement? This man was SO happy (obnoxious, but happy) and who am I to look down upon that. I always viewed the CTA as a place to spread germs and disease. Who knew it also could spread the word of the Lord...and happiness?

I'm not one to shove my faith on anybody and I dislike the preachers who condemn the bypassers on Michigan Avenue, but this was different. This man just couldn't contain his excitement. I've had those moments where joy overwhelms me and I wish I could tell everyone I see, but my self-conscious detains me. I hope we've all had those moments where we've felt so good that in reaction we sang out loud, danced (most likely in our room alone,) smiled so big our cheeks hurt or whatever else your little heart desires.

Since today is Friday, we all have a good reason to be happy. Take a moment and reflect on one of the best moments in your life. Enjoy it as if it were happening all over again.

They Do

Last weekend I went to Nashville to celebrate my cousin's wedding. My cousin, Jeff, married Angela in the most beautiful outdoor setting. Luckily, the weather was warm (yet muggy) and the rain cleared in time for the evening. The ceremony and reception took place at a charming country estate called Cedarwood. Everything about this wedding was unique and enchanting.



The guests waited for the ceremony to begin while a violinist and guitarist played Beatles' songs softly in the background. Yellow, blue and white flowers decorated the aisle and archway while a white farm fence framed the background. Jeff and his groomsmen wore chocolate brown suits that could not be more fitting for the event. Angela looked amazing in her dress and vail - just see the photo below.



After the ceremony the guests waited in the front lawn of the Yarbrough House where candles hanged from the trees in mason jars. A "Southern" lemonade was served with cheese and crackers. That lemonade was SO delicious (despite my dislike for Jack Daniels or any brand of whiskey.) I lost count of how many mason jars of it I drank. Mason jars - the perfect way to serve lemonade in the South. The bride and groom greeted us later, and dinner was served. Oh, the dinner...where do I start? Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, sliced pork, green beans - YUM, simply put.



The reception took place between the Yarbrough House and the guest cottage on a stone terrace that was covered by a white tent. Yellow, blue and white flowers decorated the white linen tables. Guests had little bags of personalized M&Ms with Jeff and Angela's name and wedding date on them. There was also a crossword puzzle for each guest with fun clues about the couple. Jeff and Angela had their first dance to Danny's Song. The chatter rose in the background while they danced, but the couple didn't know any different. They were having their moment, and it was so romantic.

The night continued on with wonderful music, hand selected by my cousin I'm sure. The music was too good and not the typical wedding song line-up. Thank goodness, because I don't think I could live through another Electric Slide. Another wonderful selection of the reception, the wedding cake. Each tier was a different flavor (chocolate, strawberry, vanilla) - absolutely delicious. Jeff and Angela ended the evening walking through a procession of guests holding sparklers. They pulled away in a red old-fashion car (not sure the year/model.) The guests left soon after and the lightning and thunder began as we all headed back to our hotels.



The wedding was amazing, and it was such a pleasure to be there for the celebration. I'm so happy for Jeff and Angela, and look forward to having Angela at more family gatherings. I wish the wonderful couple all the best! Cheers!

I will try to post better photos of the wedding, but this is what I have for now.