You know, I think I’ve figured out part of the reason why I hated being at home. There’s nothing going on there.
I like to keep myself pretty busy on weekends, and there’s no shortage of things to do in Chicago. Being out and about almost always beats sitting at home constantly switching between Facebook, Twitter, and my e-mail, which is how I tend to spend my free time when I don’t have anything going on, and I think I did a pretty successful job of taking advantage of the various things Chicago has to over this past weekend.
On Thursday (which, yes, technically not the weekend, but just go with it), I saw a play whose name is probably not fit to publish on the blog. I have a friend who works at Steppenwolf and was able to hook me up with discounted tickets for their current show, so on Thursday night, he and I went to see a show I’m quite confident I will never tell my parents I saw.
Despite the obviously profane title (and the amount of profanity in the show, which I did know about going into it), I really thought it was an excellent production. I didn’t know exactly what to expect out of it, but I was surprised by the number of tough questions the show raises about identity, addiction, and relationships. As long as you’re not easily offended by some (lots of) R rated language, I’d highly recommend going to the show if you have a chance. It really made me think, and I appreciate that kind of entertainment.
I had hoped to have Friday night plans, but unfortunately the person I semi-subtly tried to make plans with didn’t take my bait, so instead I was exiled to my room while my roommate and her almost-but-not-quite-yet-official boyfriend enjoyed dinner and a movie in our living room. I took the opportunity to spend as much money as I could online and purchased a coat, a CARA membership, and my own domain! D’awww, the ol’ blog is growing up so fast! I don’t have any intention of self-hosting anytime in the super near future, but I did want my blog to look a teeny tiny bit more ~professional~ than before (that, and accidentalintentions.wordpress.com is stinkin long). So now I’m accidentalintentions.com, though if all is as it should be, the old accidentalintentions.wordpress.com URL should still route you here.
I more than made up for my lack of Friday night out-of-the-apartment activity on Saturday, though. Late Friday night, my roommate from senior year came into town, and I proceeded to talk her ears off for two hours with every. single. detail. of my complicated and confusing love life. My bad. That led to me staying up WAY past my bedtime, which probably wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had, given that I’ve been fighting a cold since New Year’s Eve. Because of my sniffliness, I decided to forgo my usual Saturday morning run and went shopping at Target instead, where they stole my monies in the way only Target is capable of. It never fails to amaze me how quickly things add up there.
After dropping off my loot and a quick lunch, I headed downtown to meet up with Erin to spend even more of my monies. I’ve been rotating between the same few sweaters for, oh, the past four winters, and I finally decided I had enough. Erin not only tolerated my remarkable indecisiveness and complete lack of direction in H&M but also introduced me to the wonderful world of The Limited, which, fortunately, is nothing like the only store with the word “Limited” prominently in its name I’ve shopped at before, Limited Too.
Ah, overpriced middle school fashion. Limited Too is now Justice, btw. I know not all of you have had the privilege of spending two recent summers at camp so you might not have been aware of the name change, but I want to make sure you’re all informed of what’s hip with the preteen set these days.
I was happy to discover that The Limited is quite different from Limited Too (as I suspected it would be) and knocked the last two remaining items off my need-to-buy-to-replace-old-clothes list.
After shopping, I headed home for a hot second, met up with my senior year roommate, and then headed back downtown for Chicago Winter Dance, which was one of the cooler things of my life. Chicago Winter Dance is the early-year complement to Chicago SummerDance, an event that offers a free hour-long dance class and two hours of dancing throughout the summer. Saturday night of Winter Dance featured salsa, and it was really awesome to see people from all sorts of backgrounds and of all sorts of ages come together inside the Cultural Center to both learn how to salsa and then put their new knowledge into practice. I ended up only dancing during the lesson, but I still had a fabulous time.
After we called it a night at Winter Dance, my roommate and I headed up to Lincoln Park to check out a place that’s been on my radar since I did my internship in Chicago two years ago: Cafe Ba-Ba-Reeba!
I’m absolutely obsessed with tapas and I got a Lettuce Entertain You gift card for Christmas, so I both had a fantastic dinner and only had to pay 83¢ for the meal! Can’t beat that!
My roommate (whose hand is pictured) approved of her first tapas experience 😉
Do you like tapas? What’s your favorite dish? Love me some patatas bravas. Mmm.
Where did you shop when you were in middle school? In sixth grade, I convinced myself that my lack of popularity was directly related to my lack of name brand clothes, so Limited Too and American Eagle became my go-tos. I could never afford Abercrombie & Fitch or Hollister, though. We also had a store called Weathervane that was pretty popular, but I believe they’ve since gone out of business.
p.s. Hip Hop starts again today. STOKED. Except I know for sure that Cute Hip Hop Boy is not taking the class again 😦 He’s taking the class after mine, so I imagine we’ll cross paths once a week for the next two months, but alas, it appears that that is as far as our relationship will go. Ah, what could have been! I’m not really holding my breath for Cute Hip Hop Boy version 2, either, as my teacher said last session that it’s pretty rare for guys to take hip hop. Double alas.