It’s 6:30 pm CT on Saturday evening, and while there are hundreds of things I could be doing right now…but none of them are appealing to me. I actually have 2 Netflix DVDs that have been staring me down for the past month and my body isn’t responding to their “Finally watch me!” plea. The fact is I’m not even in the mood to be lazy right now. I admit that I was pretty comfy underneath my OU sweatshirt blank watching Monday’s episode of Gossip Girl but I somehow haven’t found my way back there yet. Soon. Very soon. And when I make it back there I don’t really see myself leaving for the rest of the night. Happy Saturday night to me! Actually, this is exactly what my mind, body, heart, and soul need. Trust me. With one…two…three…four…five different cities; 3 Megabus trips; 2 flights; 2 weddings; 1 rehearsal dinner; 1 annual meeting; and many, many last-minute workouts over the course of the next 15 days, I think being lazy is the best prescription. Does anyone object? No. Good. I rest my case.
Now I just have to figure out what ‘being lazy’ entails because as the go-go-go girl in me, the term is quite foreign. Although I’m thinking that Netflix probably wants their movies back soon so perhaps that’s a good place to start.
Today has been a completely unconventional day, but for good reason. The ever-so-lovely and entertaining Jen and Matt Morel arrived from my beloved Columbus, OH last night around 7:30- 8:00 pm. Jen’s ‘We’re here!” phone call instantly re-energized me, giving me hope that I could survive the night out with my guests.
Oh, let me mention who Jen and Matt are. I met Jen while I was living in Columbus 2-2.5 years ago through our work on the monstrous Ohio AFHK Zone 8 conference. Having survived that together is enough reason for me to believe that our friendship will stand the test of time (and distance). After the conference, Jen and I started grabbing lunch together every so often, which was always great. But unfortunately with the relocation stopped our regular lunches, but I think we’ve snuck 1 or 2 in during my ventures back to C-bus since the move. (And lucky me has a carbilicious lunch date with her on Friday when I’m in town.) Anyways, this was my first time meeting her husband, Matt. All I can say is that he’s so wonderful! They are an A.MAY.ZING. couple, and I like the fact that they are very independent individuals as well.
After dropping off their stuff at my apartment and getting ready, we were on our way.
First stop: Wilde’s for a round of drinks. It’s my new favorite place to take guests, ever since falling in love with its atmosphere AND sweet potato fries on New Year’s Day. So with beer for them and a glass of Riesling for the wine lush (aka me) we started the night out perfectly. Can I say it over and over again- I LOVE THIS PLACE.
We left and headed towards Wrigleyville for our next adventure. It was a great, somewhat chilly walk as we made our way through Boystown- joking about taking Matt to Roscoe’s with ‘the boys’.
On our way to the Wrigleyville bars, we found ourselves heading into Lucky’s– after Matt saw the Man vs. Food sign above the front door. Apparently the guy ate 3 of their sandwiches in under an hour, with these sandwiches being the kind that Primanti Bros. in Pittsburgh made famous. (Pittsburgh is my hometown, and where my parents and brother still reside.) Anyways, Jen and Matt ended up getting 2 pitchers while I finished my club & vodka- since they unfortunately didn’t have wine. (Note: Beginning of a big mistake realized later that night/next day.) It was 11 pm and at least Jen and I were a bit tipsy (and probably more tired than we realized), so we opted to get a (very big) bucket of Cajun fries to fuel up for the rest of the night.
Third stop: Uberstein. Now let me tell you about this bar. First thing, they had the wonderful hooks underneath the bar, which Jen and I loved! (I know, we are the coolest of the cool.) Jen and Matt ordered their huge beers (see photo) and I again was stuck with drinking a very, very strong club and soda. So this isn’t my typical go-to drink of choice (when wine isn’t an option). Not I’m thinking, I should have drank Strongbow last night. PS. I just cannot drink beer. (Allergy maybe?)
Okay, when we first go to the bar it wasn’t that crowded. But within 15 minutes, I felt like I did last summer when I was back in Athens for Amanda’s wedding. 1. Sober; 2. Old; 3. Annoyed; 4. Out of my element. Reasoning being that we were surrounded by drunk Depaul (?) students everywhere. Nothing against college kids nor Depaul at all, but it just isn’t my/our scene anymore. Plus Jen was so disappointed in the scene there. Example, here’s her FB status from last night: @ Chicago hofbrau drinking a liter and they’re playing Bon Jovi. Don’t get me wrong I love Bon Jovi but where’s the oompah band and dancing on tables?????
Her disappointment/frustration was so adorable.
After finishing (or mostly finishing) our drinks, we jumped in a cab to go to Kingston Mines. To give you some background on the choice of this establishment, Matt had visited this blues club when he lived in Chicago for a few months. Neither Jen nor I had ever been there, but we were up for the adventure. And boy did we get one. I am so mad that I didn’t bring my camera last night to have evidence of what we witnessed. There were so many that unfortunately I cannot remember them all. Not only did we get another round of drink (more Riesling for me!) but it was at least 12:30- 1 am by now and all three of us had long days/weeks behind us….but we were still going as strong as possible.
The first wish I had a camera to document this shit moment was Lady in Red. It is impossible to describe the ridiculousness that was this woman. She wasn’t young nor was she slim nor attractive. (All which is fine. No judgement.) But she was attempting to ‘rock’ an extremely too-tight red strapless tube-top dress with a crocheted red shawl AND sparkling black fish neck tights. Or were they red too? And I think her shoes were a hot mess as well. She also had stringy bleached blonde hair.
Now I am absolutely not crowing myself as God’s gift to men nor fashionista extraordinaire, but I have at least learned what works and what doesn’t work for my body type. She has not. End of story.
So the club was pretty cool, especially when we went to watch the night’s last performance. But again there were characters all around us. It almost made me feel like Jen, Matt, and I were completely sober (which we were not) since we were not also engaging in such shenanigans. Lady in Red definitely stood out, but there were also these 3 Mexican guys that were dancing to the Shakira and Beyonce songs in their heads or something. There were a few make-out sessions going on here and there, but I found myself watching these two (obvious) stoners and hoping that the girl would give the guy the time of day; however, all she wanted to do was dance, dance, dance with herself.
Now being an OU alum and a former resident of Ohio, I know high people when I see them. So based on some of the characters in the club, I expected that some pre-game smoking festivities had gone on amongst our evening’s entertainment. I swear this is true. So the manager said TWICE on stage at the end of the band’s performance for people not to drive and to take a cab, if they were ‘too high’. Swear.
It was at least 2:30-3 am when we left Kingston Mines. We took some backstreets on the 10 minute walk back to my apartment, and to my unplanned surprised, we ended up right in front of The Weiner Circle. (Click of this link to find out more about this Chicago hotspot.) If you watch the video, I’ll point out that it wasn’t as crowded nor crazy as that night, but it was still an experience in itself. Especially because the Crazy Messiah Man was there too. (This guy randomly shows up all over Lincoln Park/Lakeview and yells out random ‘messages’ from the Messiah. He’s a little creepy, especially at 3 am.) We finally made it back to my apartment for the highly anticipated bedtime. I think Jen was in her pjs within 5 minutes of walking in the door.
Unfortunately Jen and Matt had to head out this morning, but not before a trip to my favorite neighborhood Starbucks. I really wish they could have stayed the entire weekend, but I know they’ll be back later this summer/fall. Cannot wait! I really enjoyed my time with them last night and our conversations. Jen knows that I had a rough time adjusting to Chicago last year, but as Jen has pointed out, this is my time to enjoy this wonderful city while I can. Chicago really isn’t that bad- and actually it is pretty fantastic when you have A.MAY.ZING. people like The Morels to venture around with. Like most of my other friends, I wish they lived here. Seriously, why can’t I just move all of my friends here, into my apartment building like FRIENDS? If only life was that simple.
Like we discussed last night, there are so many fantastic things about Chicago that I feel fortunate to have. And there are wonderful pros to living back in Columbus. When I’m around my Ohio friends (either here or there), I cannot help but spend time thinking about where I will be in a year? In five years? Where will I end up? Sure I’m curious, but right now I’m really okay with where I am…even on the rough days. Now that may change if I do not get the Child Life internship at Children’s Memorial, but there’s no use worrying now. Pingers crossed, of course. But whatever will be, will be…
One last thought. So my previous post was about the questions and anxiety I’ve been feeling as a result of the relationship/wedding/baby fever that has consumed by rational thoughts these days. With being around Jen and Matt last night, I am against bless to be surrounded by happy, loving relationships. Of course it makes me want it for myself; however, I am just going to keep believing in love until my time arrives. And if you’re single (and a bitten and/or feverish too), don’t give up. Love always finds a way…