1. Last week, a bunch of family members came to town, so I took Tuesday off work and had the most delightful Chicago Christmas day EVER.
We started at Macy’s and went in hard with the Marshall Field’s nostalgia with lunch in the Walnut Room.
I had never had lunch in the Walnut Room before, and oh MAN, you guys. I was just over the moon, can’t-wipe-this-smile-off-my-face giddy over the whole situation. I, of course, had to get the classic chicken pot pie, and we all split part of the Frango mint ice cream pie (and cheesecake with blueberries) for dessert. It was all delicious and wonderful, but the best part was that they had fairy princesses walking around granting wishes. It was like Disney World, except in downtown Chicago. I assumed these fairy princesses would only approach little kids, but OH NO. They came up to my table, and my family was more than happy to let them know that I wanted my wish granted, so she sprinkled me with fairy dust and my life should be turning into a land of permanent sunshine and rainbows and unicorns any day now, I imagine, because HELLO. A FAIRY PRINCESS sprinkled me with FAIRY DUST. That ish is bound to come true.
(I swear I’m 24.)
We also ooh-ed and ahh-ed at the tree in the Walnut Room for awhile, because it was gorgeous.
(Please note the fairy princess in the lower right hand corner.)
After spending a ton of time at Macy’s, we all walked over to Christkindlmarket, which is oh-so easy to navigate at like 2 p.m. on a Tuesday afternoon. We were all still super full from lunch, so no mulled wine or bratwurst consumption occurred, but it was still fun to wander around.
With then trekked up to Crate and Barrel, per tradition, where my mom told me she’d buy me something, because my mom is the best. Personally, I really wanted a tipsy penguin cocktail glass, because it may or may not be the funniest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Though you can’t quite tell here, the glass first features a penguin mixing a drink, then progresses to the penguin sipping on its drink, then moves to the penguin seeming to really enjoy its drink, and it concludes with the penguin with a lampshade on its head. Bahahahaha. (Crate and Barrel, in case you’re wondering, also had a variety of other penguin-themed New Year’s decorations, because Crate and Barrel is THE BEST.)
Tragically, my mother did not want to give off the impression that she condones drunken sea birds, so she refused to buy me one of the glasses. Instead, to counteract the near-nudity of my apartment’s Christmas tree and to cater to my penguin inclinations, she bought me an ornament instead.
2. A few weeks back, I was at Whole Foods for work (I promise it’s not nearly as exciting as it sounds), and I needed to grab some dinner. Because I didn’t plan to eat my dinner immediately, I opted to “hack” Whole Foods, if you will, avoiding the hot and salad bars and instead picking up a bagel from the bakery, a cheese stick from the dairy section, and a small handful of dark chocolate covered almonds from the bulk food area. (Arguably not the healthiest meal ever, but I needed something portable and fast.) My grand total for this and a Luna bar for an afternoon snack came to $4.03, which was easily the smallest bill I’ve ever had at Whole Foods. I bragged about this success to my coworkers as I put on my coat–my long, down coat–and, in my bliss, caught my coat on an edge of a table, tearing a hole in it.
DISASTER. After frantically Googling “How to fix a rip in a down coat” on my way out of Whole Foods, I learned that you can’t really stitch up a hole in the fabric, because it’s too thin, so it’s best to repair it either with Seam Grip if the rip is small (which mine wasn’t) or with repair tape. Apparently they sell these things at REI, so I promptly headed there, dropped a little more than $5 on repair tape, and now have a fixed–though not prettily–coat.
Moral of the story? Whole Foods will always make you spend more money than you intended, even if it has to go out of its way by ripping your jacket in punishment to do so.
3. Remember how I talked about kicking it at the very end to beat that girl who seemed intent on beating me at the Santa Hustle last Saturday? WELL. They had photographers at the race, including at the finish line, and my finish line photos are PRICELESS. This girl is giving me the most serious side-eye of my life, and it’s hilarious. She looks so annoyed with me, while I look so smug. Bahaha 😛
Being the creep that I am, I obviously had to look up her race results, now that I know her bib number. As it turns out she not only wasn’t in my age group (she’s in the age group above mine), but she also actually ended up beating me by seven seconds, since this was a chip-timed race, and therefore the order in which you cross the finish line makes no difference in the overall results. I guess this way we both win: she gets the satisfaction of knowing she technically beat me, and I got the temporary satisfaction of passing her.
What fun things does your town do for Christmas?
What’s your favorite ornament? Last year my grandma gave me one with my Chicago Marathon finishing time written on it, and I think that’s my #1. The penguin gives it a good run for its money, though…