I haven’t stopped moving since I left work on Friday. This past weekend was craaaaazy!
One of my roommates from senior year is going to grad school in Chicago, and she officially moved in on Friday. Another roommate from last year helped Roommate #1 with the moving process, and since they were in the city we reunited.
After checking out my roommate’s new apartment (and dying of jealousy: I think you could fit the bathroom I share with two other people inside her bathroom that she shares with no one three times over. And she has an electric stove. Ugh), we began discussing dinner options. I was up for anything, but one of my friends wanted burgers, so we perused Yelp and discovered Burger Bar Chicago.
Finding the actual Burger Bar turned out to be quite the task. We got off the Red Line at North and Clybourn, which is one of my least favorite Red Line stops. Chicago is built on a grid system that is extremely easy to navigate, but every now and again you get caught up with these stupid diagonal roads like Clybourn that have 20394823-way intersections and lots of confusion. My friends and I wandered in every direction possible other than the correct direction because I could not, for the life of me, figure out how the heck to get where we needed to be. It didn’t help that it was dark, but I was so frustrated by the whole situation. Doggone diagonal roads!
The hostess sat us without any wait, and within a few minutes we had our orders in. I’ve been interested in chicken burgers since I first saw them floating around the blog world a little while ago, so I jumped on the opportunity to try one.
My burger was two things: gigantic and fantastic.
We didn’t get our dinner until about 8 p.m., and I was starving when it arrived. I expected to have leftovers, but I was so hungry that I finished the entire thing. I probably would’ve finished it even if I hadn’t been hungry, though. It tasted amazing, and I would highly recommend it if you ever happen to be in the area.
We went out for drinks at Zebra Lounge after Burger Bar because my friend had found it in a guidebook and wanted to try it. I’ve actually had several friends that have lived in the apartment building connected to Zebra Lounge, so fortunately I knew exactly how to get there. We hung out for about an hour before calling it a night around 10:45. Party. Animals. Haha.
I spent a good portion of my Saturday at the Chicago Triathlon expo. After receiving an excellent massage, during which my only thoughts were, “Is this male massage therapist single? And if so, can I take him home with me?” I wandered around the rest of the expo looking at all the fun toys. I wisely left my money at home so I wouldn’t end up leaving with all sorts of unnecessary things. I didn’t leave the expo empty-handed, though:
This may or may not be representative of all the free food I picked up at the expo. I may or may not have hit up the Larabar booth, the Food Should Taste Good booth, and the Chobani booth (spoils unpictured) twice. I may or may not still have the college student, FREE THINGS GIMME GIMME GIMME mentality. Ahem. The sweet potato chips, by the way, were unreal. I loved them.
After the expo, I dove into a chicken tetrazzini adventure that worked out splendidly and followed that up by baking Quinoa Berry Bliss Bites for my Sunday afternoon plans: Chicago blogger book club!
I don’t know if there’s any occasion where you can count on as much awesome food as a healthy living blogger meet-up 😉
This was my first ever blogger meet-up, and I’m really glad I was able to go. Throughout my “Internet life,” I’ve always kept a pretty clear line between my Internet life and my real life. My real life friends don’t often know about my Internet friends (like this blog, for example? I’ve mentioned that I have it to four real life friends, and as far as I know, only one of them reads it, and not frequently…at least, I don’t think frequently. Haha), so those two aspects of my life don’t often intersect. It’s kind of a product of how I “grew up” on the Internet: I’ve used the Internet as a way to connect to other people who are passionate about the same things I am, but my real life friends may not be (like American Idol and American Juniors when I was in middle and high school, like healthy living right now). It just makes sense to keep these things separate–there are only so many times your American Juniors-hating best friend can hear you analyze in intricate detail the entire season, whereas other people as crazy about the show as I was would not only happily hear my analysis, but join in and offer their own opinions. ANYWAY, this long explanation is to say that it was great to hang out with people in real life who are also in the blogging world, and I really thought that the whole thing goes to show how perfect blogging can be for meeting people in your area. Being new to the city, I’m still exploring all sorts of ways to establish something resembling a social life in Chicago. With a meet-up like this, we all knew that we had something in common and I thought that helped us all hit it off more than we might have if it had been a random collection of eight people who had read the same book.
Moral of the story: go to blogger meet-ups 🙂
What was the highlight of your weekend?
Have you ever been to a blogger meet-up?