Sorry for the long hiatus. I just saw the date of my last blog entry and I can't believe it's been a week, almost. This might be the longest I've gone without blogging, well, since I started blogging. And for that I am deeply ashamed. Can you guys forgive me? Lately it seems that actual life is taking up more of my time than virtual life.
Oh, that's actually a big fat lie. I still spend way too much time on Facebook and Perezhilton.com. I try to make it seem like I'm growing up, but really I'm such a teenage girl in so many ways. Especially in bra size.
I just returned from a most glorious child-free romp through Chicago, better known to those of us "in the know" as The Second City. Or The Windy City. Chi-Town. Or (this one is new to me) The Working City. I didn't see that many motherfuckers working though, so I'm not sure where that name got dreamed up. And I sure as goddamned hell wasn't. Working on my sleeping skills, maybe. Or eating my way through the gastronomical delights of a foreign city. That's a skill I'm always apt to be working on. And Chicago definitely has its share of interesting places in which to feed one's unique culinary appetite.
Note: At the above pictured "Reagle Beagle", one can indulge in exotic (bottom shelf) mixed drinks named after 1980s icons, such as the "Tony Danza Extraviganza". (Better known to us "in the know" as a Sex on The Beach), while listening to Nena and Duran Duran and watching VH-1's "I Love the 80's". I am not sure how many times Three's Company was mentioned during my visit there. But I imagine the number would embarrass me.
I digress though. I've still got the romance and deliciousness of Hotel Life all over me, and no amount of luxurious bubble baths is gonna help wash it away any time soon. Everything is different when viewed from the inside of a hotel room. Especially a swanky hotel that you are totally not paying for.
I spent much of my first day in Chicago feeling suspiciously like Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman", oohing and aahing over the sunken tub, flopping about on the king-sized bed in my complimentary bathrobe, and pawing through the luxuriously appointed minibar. The novelty of living in a self-cleaning room with the softest bed imaginable did not wear off throughout my stay.
In fact, upon arriving home in Astoria, after spending the day playing "Mama and Lily go to the spa" (ie clay and yogurt masks and puke pink nail polish), and browsing the aisles of Michael's Craft Store for the ingredients to make homemade Mother's Day soap, I was appalled to return home and find that there was, in fact, no turndown service in my apartment. I had to unfold the futon all my myownself.
Goddam it all to hell.
15 comments:
there, there. i'll always turn you down.
Jeremy,
Wicked awesome!
Now, can I just get that in writing...?
Ooh, now you've got to post pics of yourself dressed in that slutty 'pretty woman' outfit.
If there was a bar named the reagle beagle here I'd go every day.
You cavort in the capital of the mid west, and you don't make a detour to Ypsilanti, uneventful backwater of the mid west?
I am hurt.
Any ways, Sadie's Elephant doll with the long monkey arms is at my house now. It'll be sewn.
Underhill,
I actually dressed like Vivian from Pretty Woman for Halloween in High School. I doubt the outfit would have the same effect now. Just a hunch.
Scoot,
How far are you from Chi-town?
I'm sooooorrryyyyy
Glad you are taking good care of the elephant doll.
I just read your sidebar. I too enjoy dancing to disco. Think it will ever come back?
SO...
It never left as far as I'm concerned, man. IT NEVER LEFT.
According to Google, "Ypsilanti, MI" to "Chicago, IL" is 251 miles and exactly four hours away from each other, by road.
However, Willow Run Airport is like, ten miles from my porch. Take a charter flight from O'Hare, eh?
Sounds like a good time. Happy Mom's Day, Krissy!
we forgive you...:D lol i dont have any room to talk in the not-blogging-for-a-week deptartment...
ah. dont we all wish we could be julia roberts in pretty woman for a moment, but in reality, you cant turn a ho into a housewife...
Hmm.. Absolutely NO mention of why you were in Chicago, no prior warning either? Very Very suspicious.....
Isn't amazing you can ride the CTA from either airport right into town? Hello MTA, you watching here??
I haven't been to Chicago since 1987 sigh.. It is a very different city than New York, they have a party almost every weekend once the weather gets good, the taste of Chicago, the venetian festival, St. Patrick's day, the Cubs play a night game. You can go to the billy goat at 3 AM for a cheeseburger, listen to jazz in a bar the size of the porta potty at the end of a alley, knock on a door, have a little window open and tell them joe sent you, and be let in to a huge night club.
And don't worry about your breast size, be happy you have so many more bra choices then someone who needs the utility of a bra. You can have your pick of colors, strapless, demi, front close. And they all look good on you.
Ok, my week is complete, I have commented on a complete strangers underwear.
Congrats on the free trip and a good time. Happy sort of late Mothers Day!
Scoot, You buy, I'll fly.
Pru, thank you.
Miz P, I don't know where the time goes. Suddenly it's been a week. I'm back now. With a vengeance. Lookout.
Steve, I agree there is something totally endearing and alluring about that second city. I'm really looking forward to going back.
As for my breast size, I'm pretty ok with it. But thanks for the confidence boost (boost, get it? Like,
a bra that boosts your boobs? huh? huh?)
Ron, It was a wicked good time. I'm very grateful!
Hey Lil Mama... Yah, our boss insists we stay in super swell places with all the good stuff...
and it's always a buzz kill to come back home to a sink full of dishes, wrinkled sheets and my own shower.
One more year, the kids will be 18 and I will be getting the hell out of Dodge and staying on the road where I can be spoiled and pampered....
as it should be.
Your apartment obviously needs to step it up a notch.
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