It has been a good month. I’m using my photo album in my iPhone to help me remember what has happened, more or less since my last blog post here, so bear with me. Also bear with me for still figuring out a certain theme for this blog. Right now, it has become a little outlet for me to write, to have a digital soapbox, and to gain some type of routine in blogging. Placing too much or not enough seriousness upon something I want to develop into a writing aide is the rub. Aye. All in all, Chicago has been good to me. The sightseeing and living up the “Summertime Chi” mentality is fun. I arrived right before Memorial Day and now it it right before Labor Day. Time has flown, swam, and Ubered its way away from me so fast!
As far as festivals go, I went to the Old Town art fair, the Ribs festival, the Blues festival, Wicker Park Fest, and Lollapalooza so far. (There are TONS in Chicago; I might have forgotten some.) Of course, Lolla stands out from the rest in my mind for being the most fun. I was working at a booth for a jewelry company all three days. Hello free entry and cover from the rain storms and teenagers thinking that Lolla was Vegas. (I kid you not, kids 10 years younger than me were having a field day without parental supervision.) Come on, there’s no need to get blackout at a festival that runs all day long. You’ll end up looking like a fool and miss the headliners at the end of the day. Thankfully, I was done with my shift to see the last few shows of the day. Outkast was my favorite, simply for nostalgia and how close we were able to get to the stage. Squishy bodies everywhere.
Two companies had me in for interviews, which is a huge part of my happiness right now. I talked more freely in the interviews than I ever have before, due to the fact that I felt so comfortable in where I could really fit in with both of them. Pray for me people, that I get an offer soon! I’m more than ready to have the “Sunday afternoon blues because the work week starts in less than 24 hours” again. You never know what you’ll miss until it is gone.
What I DON’T miss is about 2 inches of hair. I got a lil hair cut the other day, and I’m loving how healthy my hair feels now. Having a mixture of relaxed, straight hair on the ends and natural, curly healthy hair at the roots is a struggle to say the least. Soon, I’ll be ready to chop off all the relaxed ends, but that day isn’t today. My friend came with me to the salon, since she recommended it to me and is a photographer. It is a self-reflecting journey at times, and having great pictures to remember what I went through will be helpful whenever I may feel the urge to go back to relaxers. Trust me, the urge is strong. Oh so strong. Either way, ideally, I don’t want to have to put so much effort, money, and time into my hair in the end game. It is just hair. It can grow back, be chopped off, and bought in so many ways. There is no ideal but healthy when it comes down to it.
Fig & Olive Chicago: 3/10. Went on a Friday with a reservation for a birthday dinner. Beautiful atmosphere, ok drinks, and horrid service. We all were finally got seated 2 hours after arriving due to a communication issue of some sort. The food was decent, but not worth what my boyfriend paid. The valet took forever to grab the car when we were ready to leave as well.
Blackbird: 9/10. Went on a Saturday for a double date. Excellent courses and speciality drinks. The waiter was well informed about the selections and was the right amount of attentive. The chocolate mousse…amazing! A cute pile of dirt, you can’t resist digging into asap! Punny, I know. I can’t give it a 10 ONLY because I wish there was more room in the dining area.
Leghorn Chicken Chicago: 9/10. Went on a weekday for dinner. DELISH. DELISH. DELISH. Chick-fil-A would go out of business in 1 year if this place were nationwide. Moist chicken, beautifully battered and fried to perfection with a selection of sauces and choice of bread. If you ate here once a week, you still wouldn’t get tired of it.
Last but not least, football season has arrived. Praise the Lord, because I was getting really tired of baseball, basketball, soccer, etc. etc. etc. over the past few months. And, of course, the only football team that matters to me (and other people of high intelligence and strong mind) is MICHIGAN. The boys in maize (pants) & BLUE are back, & are ready to tear up the Big House this season. No, I don’t care what any statistics say, MICHIGAN will be amazing this year.That’s how you know who your true fans are: the ones who are blindly optimistic and excited. (This only works with sports; question everything my dears, to the fullest extent of the law)
I’m off to enjoy this beautiful Friday with my car windows down and blasting showtunes, like the proper lady I am.