If I had to pick a theme for this weekend, that ^^ would be it.
I kicked things off Friday night with a “party” at my best friend’s place. To my understanding, multiple people had been invited originally, but nearly everyone bailed, so this party ended up being me, my best friend, and one of our other friends. As you can imagine, it was a rip-roarin’ good time. Haha. (Actually, I did enjoy myself just fine. I always enjoy spending time with my friends, even if it’s just a low key sort of thing.) I intended to leave NO LATER than 10:00, because I needed to get up early Saturday morning to run. Then I left at 11:15. Oops.
I drug my sleep-deprived self out of bed Saturday morning and got my act together so I could meet up with my CARA friends for a run. Last Saturday, one of my group leaders invited me to come run with them, but in a tragic turn of events I didn’t see the message until hours after I (and they) had finished running, so I ended up doing five solo miles. BUT not to be thwarted from miles with friends this week, I made sure to get to Waveland well before CARA groups take off. Originally I planned to do all six of my miles with CARA, but they took a different route than normal, so I ended up just doing two with them before finishing the rest on my own. Regardless, it was WONDERFUL to run with company, even if only for a little bit 🙂
Saturday, of course, was St. Patrick’s Day (Observed) in Chicago, and having no desire to associate myself with that madness, I would’ve been quite content to spend all day holed up in my apartment, far, far away from the outside, green-clad, drunken world. However, Saturday was also 1) Macy’s One Day Sale day, 2) dance day and 3) Pi Day, so I steeled myself and headed out around noon. While the CTA was substantially busier than normal for a Saturday, fortunately most of my fellow travelers were not totally gone, with one girl who found it necessary to broadcast her various sexual exploits in disturbing detail to all of the train being the one glaring exception.
Macy’s proved to be a safe haven, because surprisingly, not that many people felt compelled to buy new bedding during the parade downtown. Weird, right? For the first time in my entire life, I’m actually making more money than I need to simply survive in Chicago, and I have decided that it is high time for me to grow the heck up. My bedroom, as it stood, was decorated in what I would describe as “Target ’08 College Line Chic,” which was all well and good when it was, you know, 2008 and I was, you know, entering my first year of college. As you may have noticed, it has not been 2008 for quite some time, and I’ve been out of college for so long that after graduation this May, everyone who attended college at the same time I attended college with be done. Also, my comforter was benzoyl peroxide bleached, sun faded, and literally falling apart at the seams. Time to upgrade.
Purchasing bedding turned out to be WAY more difficult than I anticipated. ALL OF THE CHOICES. After consulting with my mother (let’s not kid ourselves into thinking I’m actually grown up. I’m just trying to give off that appearance.), I settled on this scheme:
which, courtesy of Macy’s One Day Sale doorbusters, was all of $32 including tax. Heyo! Normally it retails for $100, so I was quite pleased with myself. AND I had a gift card from Christmas…so even though I’m now richer than God (or at least it feels that way), I still didn’t actually spend my own money on this. Haha. Good work, self. However, I do plan on buying a new rug to fit my new color scheme (everything I owned previous was teal/green/brown), so I will eventually spend money. My current apartment also has a lot of outdoor living space opportunities that we have taken no advantage of whatsoever, so I’m hoping to put together a bit of an urban flower garden and buy some outdoor furniture sometime this spring. Breakfast and reading on the porch: coming soon to my apartment.
I foolishly left Macy’s RIGHT as the parade ended, and proceeded to curse the sea of drunken out-of-towners trying to understand how to walk on State Street. But I survived (#blessed) and made it to dance unscathed.
Blaze, also known as THE BEST deal on food in all of Chicago/the universe, was having THE BEST promotion of all time on Saturday: $3.14 pizzas in honor of Pi Day. Blaze, for the uninitiated, is a Chipotle/Subway-style place where you can build your own pizza putting on as many toppings as you want (and they have a lot of toppings available) for a flat rate of less than $8 — except on Saturday, when that flat rate was $3.14. Even though I got there around 3:30 in the afternoon, the place was absolutely swamped.
It only took about 30 minutes from the time I got in line until the time I got my pizza, however, which I brought home with me and then immediately demolished, because I was STARVING.
I chilled for most of the evening, and then mustered up my courage again and met with my best friend so we could at long last see Big Gigantic live. As I mentioned when this show was announced, I’ve waited about a year and a half for this to happen, so I was pretty stoked.
O.M.G. Now, I’ve been to a pretty good amount of shows over the past couple of years, and I’d estimate that at least half of them have been EDM, so I’m no stranger to loud music. But MY GOSH. Never before have a left a show with noticeably impaired hearing, but I definitely did on Saturday night. My friend assured me it would go away, but I nevertheless was pretty freaked out and am seriously considering investing in a good pair of ear plugs for future shows, because man, once you lose that business, it’s gone forever. While I may feel too old for St. Patrick’s Day, my college bedroom decor, and loud music, I am definitely WAY too young to lose my hearing.
I was an absolute zombie on Sunday as a result of my Friday and Saturday night shenanigans. “Functional” would’ve been generous. I met one of my good friends from college at Sugar Fixe in Lincoln Park that afternoon, which woke me up a bit (though I did TOTALLY blow my one legit chance in Lent to eat sweets. Sunday was relaxation Sunday, which, according to my aspiring seminarian sister, means it’s okay to break your fast. I was not aware of this, however [the fast breaking, that is. I knew it was relaxation Sunday per the sermon in church that morning], so I just got tea. ALAS.
Did you celebrate St. Patrick’s Day this weekend?