Not sure I have much to say, but what the hell.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Birthday party weekend

I may be the laziest person in the world.  Especially when it comes to weekends.   Were it not for the fact that I had plans both Sat and Sun night, odds are I would not have left the house.  Which is why I often plan the crap out of my life-- to ensure that I actually see daylight.

This weekend I actually didn't see daylight-- but I did get out.  Sunday night was a great Bob Mould concert at the Old Town School of Folk Music.  It's a great venue and I'm getting old enough that I appreciate a concert that includes seats.  AND old enough to get annoyed when the people in front of us kept talking loudly during the show.  Still, it was a great show.  Thanks Mindy for getting the tix!

Saturday was birthday parties.  Liz had her annual bash.  And for Sean's bday, the guys went to a concert at Metro.  I split my time-- hung out w Tim and Luke, then went to Liz's, had fun, got lit, met back up with Tim and the boys, headed home, ordered mozzarella sticks, jalapeno poppers AND pizza from Chicago Pizza.  Only at the sticks that night though.  But still-- no hangover Sun!
The birthday girl and her beau

Jill that coy fox

Lizze and Gabby and Andy
The dangers of open bar

Back at the Gingerman...WTF?
Ready to head home

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Been called out!

Kim totally called me out for not posting anything in a while.  Sorry about that.  Just busy, blah, blah, blah.  Wasn’t sure anyone noticed.  And then there’s Facebook.  Updating the blog AND Facebook seemed like too much.  But if Kim’s calling me out, I’ve got to step up.  Instead of trying to summarize everything that I’ve been up to, thinking, ranting about since January, thought I’d just give you some of my favorite things so far in ’09.


Los Campesinos!- First, you have love a band with an exclamation point.  And in Spanish. (I hope no one makes a dorky comment about a missing upside down exclamation point.  Guess I just made it.  Oops.)  In case you thought they couldn't live up to their exclamation point, they can.  Los Campesinos! were great in concert.  Loud, loud, loud.  Heaps of energy.  So fun.  Granted, Tim and I were a little tipsy.  But just a little.  And Little Weis and his buddies were there.  It was a great night.  I was jumping up and down singing “There is no fucking future” which seems weird to be singing while jumping up and down.  But the tune is catchy.  For real.

David, My Hairdresser- Ladies, I know you get this—a haircut can make you feel like a new person.  And David, my lovely hairdresser, gave me bangs.  Granted—they’re long.  But I can’t tuck them behind my ears, so I think that’s officially bangs.  I haven’t had them since I was in elementary school.  They look a lot better now than they did when Nelva was trying to make me a mini-version of herself.  Sorry, I’m digressing.  The point is, I love my new bangs and David, my hairdresser.

Province- Went to a few restaurants during Restaurant Week and Province was by far my favorite.  The décor is very simple but cool.  The service was good—actually almost too solicitous.  But considering some restaurants treat restaurant week patrons and red-headed stepchildren, it was nice.  And the food was great.  I actually enjoyed frozen yogurt.  Who knew?

 

Block No. 45 Pinot Noir- I’m not a big wine gal.  I mean, I drink it.  Lots.  But I’m not picky.  I just like the kind that gets you drunk.  But Laura brought this wine to one of our BYOB dinners and it was really yummy.  Really reasonable too.  They sell it at Whole Foods-- apparently it was on their "best of" list at the end of the year.  I tried to buy it again but they were sold out.  Next time I find it, I might have to stock up.  A case should last a week or so.

2509. W. Winnemac- That’s my new address starting May 1.  I haven’t moved in yet so I might learn that it’s a nightmare once I’m living there everyday.  But I fell in love with it when I walked in and have held on to that feeling ever since.  I can’t wait to get in there and paint the walls, arrange furniture, hang things.  All with Tim.  We’re moving in together and just like the apartment itself, it’s new and I don’t know what lies ahead.  And again, I’m going to hold on to this good feeling as long as I can.