Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Day 84 - Carrots and Humus
Short and sweet. I went to work. After work, Marvin and I walked around the Midway. When I got home, I ate humus and carrots. I caught up with my sister and then I went to sleep...
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Day 83 - Clybourne
I had planned to sit down somewhere today and rest, but Lauren invited me to a play with her and her family. Lauren's parents picked us up around 2:00 and we drove to Steppenwolfe Theater in Lincoln Park. The play is called Clyborn and it has been compared to "A Raisin in the Sun" with its themes of racism and housing. Lauren's sister and her boyfriend also met us at the theater. I found out that today is Mrs. Richardson's birthday and the tickets were a gift. The show was very thought provoking. The first half is set in the 1950's when housing is having a hard time getting integrated, and modern times where a new couple is trying to tear down a house and build a new one, unknown to them, erasing the history of the neighborhood. There are moments when I wanted to close my eyes, partly because I was tired and partly because the tension on stage was a little too much for me.
After the show, I walked with Lauren to CB2, Crate and Barrel, and Bed, Bath and Beyond, she was looking for a stainless steel mixing bowl. Then we linked up with the others at J. Alexander for a birthday dinner. I had fish tacos and shared chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. Although I spent more than I wanted to, I understood how it might have been awkward for Lauren to hang out with her family by herself. Kristin and Tahir were all coupled up, whispering to one another. Lauren's mom and dad argue often and are just reaching out for supporters of their respective positions. Then there is Lauren, that might have an impact over time. Another element of the dinner conversation that irritated me was their emphasis on superficial things. Lauren's mom whispers across the table to me, "have you found another job yet?" I told her about JPC, but in hindsight, why does it matter? While Lauren and I were walking to the stores, she asked if I had tried a Brazilian Blow-Out for my hair. It is supposed to be a new way to straightened hair, no I like my big frizzy curls!
I tried to follow their conversations and stay engaged, but by my second taco, I had to tune them out..the sarcasm and bickering, was exhausting after awhile. The kicker is that, I assumed her dad was going to pay for the meal, so I ordered very lightly. When the bill came, they spilt it among everyone, so there I am paying a percentage of the automatic gratuity and the cocktails that everyone else was enjoying. I promise I'm not cheap but I hate having to pay for something that I didn't enjoy. Tomorrow is a new day, and I don't hold grudges but I will definitely be more cautious about throwing my lot in with those folks.
After the show, I walked with Lauren to CB2, Crate and Barrel, and Bed, Bath and Beyond, she was looking for a stainless steel mixing bowl. Then we linked up with the others at J. Alexander for a birthday dinner. I had fish tacos and shared chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream. Although I spent more than I wanted to, I understood how it might have been awkward for Lauren to hang out with her family by herself. Kristin and Tahir were all coupled up, whispering to one another. Lauren's mom and dad argue often and are just reaching out for supporters of their respective positions. Then there is Lauren, that might have an impact over time. Another element of the dinner conversation that irritated me was their emphasis on superficial things. Lauren's mom whispers across the table to me, "have you found another job yet?" I told her about JPC, but in hindsight, why does it matter? While Lauren and I were walking to the stores, she asked if I had tried a Brazilian Blow-Out for my hair. It is supposed to be a new way to straightened hair, no I like my big frizzy curls!
I tried to follow their conversations and stay engaged, but by my second taco, I had to tune them out..the sarcasm and bickering, was exhausting after awhile. The kicker is that, I assumed her dad was going to pay for the meal, so I ordered very lightly. When the bill came, they spilt it among everyone, so there I am paying a percentage of the automatic gratuity and the cocktails that everyone else was enjoying. I promise I'm not cheap but I hate having to pay for something that I didn't enjoy. Tomorrow is a new day, and I don't hold grudges but I will definitely be more cautious about throwing my lot in with those folks.
Day 82 - Marvin's Room
After work today, I had plans to meet Marvin at the Chicago Shakespeare Theater to check out The Follies. He is the box office manager and was able to comp a ticket for me. I had to take two buses and a train to get to the theater which is located on Navy Pier. The second bus was extremely crowded and extraordinarily late. At every stop, I had to get off of the bus let someone, most likely with a double decker stroller off of the bus. The door opened on my butt more than once. I had never seen Navy Pier lit up and crowded as it was tonight, I made it to the theater, just in time to get my ticket and be seated just before the curtain rose.
Steven Sondheim's Follies is the story of vaudeville performers from the 40's who get together in 1971 for a reunion, just before the theater is shut down. It was really cool the way that it was designed to show the older and younger versions of the characters, often on stage at the same time. The first half is very dramatic, but the second half has that super quirky, musical, comedic vaudeville style to it. The music was great and I really enjoyed the dance numbers. The character of Phyllis was after my own heart, her rival Sally was a twit. During intermission, I watched fireworks from the theaters' windows. After the show, I met up with Marvin on the fourth floor of the theater. He walked me out to the balcony, off of the administrative offices of the theater. The view was breathtaking. Marvin pointed out the significant buildings and explained that on a clear day, you can see all the way to Indiana. After that, he gave me an informal tour of backstage. All of the actors were gone, but I saw the costume department and where they kept all of the props.
Since we were at Navy Pier looking for something to do, we decided to check out the IMAX theater. Although it wasn't my idea, I was complicit in taking us to watch Real Steel with Hugh Jackman. I understand that the movie is ridiculous and should have went straight to video. In the interest of not being a Debbie Downer, I took it for what it was and rode out the highs and lows. When the robot with the heart of gold defeats the battery operated behemoth, I clapped and cheered. After the movie, we walked around the Botanical Garden at Navy Pier. I told Marvin that I wanted some greasy late night takeout, but he decides to take me to Cafe Tiempo instead. It is a 24 hour cash only restaurant in the Gold Coast neighborhood. I had an omelet and we shared some interesting conversation. It was probably about 3:00 AM when we left the restaurant.
From there, we went back to his place for a tour and jam session. We listened to his box set of doo wop classics, Gil Scott Heron and some group called Reindeer Station. He drove me home just as the sun was coming up, and I went straight to bed. I think that Marvin is a great person to know in this city and his work ethic really inspires me.
Steven Sondheim's Follies is the story of vaudeville performers from the 40's who get together in 1971 for a reunion, just before the theater is shut down. It was really cool the way that it was designed to show the older and younger versions of the characters, often on stage at the same time. The first half is very dramatic, but the second half has that super quirky, musical, comedic vaudeville style to it. The music was great and I really enjoyed the dance numbers. The character of Phyllis was after my own heart, her rival Sally was a twit. During intermission, I watched fireworks from the theaters' windows. After the show, I met up with Marvin on the fourth floor of the theater. He walked me out to the balcony, off of the administrative offices of the theater. The view was breathtaking. Marvin pointed out the significant buildings and explained that on a clear day, you can see all the way to Indiana. After that, he gave me an informal tour of backstage. All of the actors were gone, but I saw the costume department and where they kept all of the props.
Since we were at Navy Pier looking for something to do, we decided to check out the IMAX theater. Although it wasn't my idea, I was complicit in taking us to watch Real Steel with Hugh Jackman. I understand that the movie is ridiculous and should have went straight to video. In the interest of not being a Debbie Downer, I took it for what it was and rode out the highs and lows. When the robot with the heart of gold defeats the battery operated behemoth, I clapped and cheered. After the movie, we walked around the Botanical Garden at Navy Pier. I told Marvin that I wanted some greasy late night takeout, but he decides to take me to Cafe Tiempo instead. It is a 24 hour cash only restaurant in the Gold Coast neighborhood. I had an omelet and we shared some interesting conversation. It was probably about 3:00 AM when we left the restaurant.
From there, we went back to his place for a tour and jam session. We listened to his box set of doo wop classics, Gil Scott Heron and some group called Reindeer Station. He drove me home just as the sun was coming up, and I went straight to bed. I think that Marvin is a great person to know in this city and his work ethic really inspires me.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Day 81 - First First Friday!
I was so tired at work today, I didn't think that I was going to make it to quiting time. I was on the phone for awhile with Marvin last night but I'm always taking naps, I didn't think it would have such an impact. At 4:00, even though I needed to get ready for First Friday, I had to return my red box and get an energy drink, which added an extra twenty minutes to the moment when I would be home.
I got ready quasi-fast and headed downtown to meet Coleman at 6:30 at the Metropolitan Contemporary Art Museum. I had bought tickets in advance with the "Meet Up" that I joined, and we got wrist bands at the entrance. The museum looks very interesting but I didn't get to see it because as soon as we entered Coleman was approached by two women that he went to college with. Then those women had friends approach our group, everyone was very friendly and they were excited to tell me their Chicago snow stories.
When we broke away to get drinks, we learned that we had to go to another kiosk to get tickets to use to buy the drinks. Coleman wound up buying me 2 white wine spritzers and I was feeling pretty good. We staked out a table outside and we talked with two more of Coleman's friends, they were at his party a few weeks ago, but I didn't recognize them. We ran into one more acquaintance of Coleman's from college who is a Zumba instructor at the YMCA in downtown Chicago, I have her card, I might have to check that out.
My drinks were spread out over the evening, and when we took seats on the steps outside, Coleman and I crossed a friendship bridge. The name of this bridge is the blues, I used to think that my parents were the only ones who listened to certain artists, gone are those assumptions. Johnnie Taylor, Peggy Scott Adams and Clarence Carter were artists that we both knew. He was telling me about Millie Something and Etta Jones, Someone LaSalle, and Bobby Blue Bland that I need to check out.
It was nice that he could have spent the night following around the familiar faces that he encountered but he stayed with me instead. We left after an hour and a half because he had another party to go to on the north side. Before he did that, we had to check out one of the gay bars close to the museum. This place is called Second Story and it might be 900 square feet on the second floor of a building. Coleman knew quite a few people in there and some of them had heard of me. These men were so sweet, and we spent about 45 minutes laughing, talking and people watching.
From there Coleman walked me to Club Vertigo. I took an elevator to the penthouse level and ordered a glass of water. I walked around the space in awe of the view, and found a wall to lean on. This is when I was approached by Mark. I felt like I was on Jersey Shore, and he moved on as soon as he realized that I was not DTF. It was flattering but I might have been chopped up and put in his freezer, messing around with him. He was talking about wrapping me in bubble wrap and sneaking me out of there and his skills with Reiki massage, thanks but no thanks Mr. Mark.
That encounter was a sobering experience for me and I knew that I was ready to go home. I got a little turned around, but I figured it out. When I got to Hyde Park, I stopped at the Wok and Roll and ordered some cashew chicken, delicious. I would take that over 99 cent tacos at Jack in the Box, any day of the week. Lauren was up when I got home, I filled her in on the night's events and headed to bed. Downtown Chicago was everything that I hoped it would be. I had a very good evening, and I am looking forward to many more, just like this.
I got ready quasi-fast and headed downtown to meet Coleman at 6:30 at the Metropolitan Contemporary Art Museum. I had bought tickets in advance with the "Meet Up" that I joined, and we got wrist bands at the entrance. The museum looks very interesting but I didn't get to see it because as soon as we entered Coleman was approached by two women that he went to college with. Then those women had friends approach our group, everyone was very friendly and they were excited to tell me their Chicago snow stories.
When we broke away to get drinks, we learned that we had to go to another kiosk to get tickets to use to buy the drinks. Coleman wound up buying me 2 white wine spritzers and I was feeling pretty good. We staked out a table outside and we talked with two more of Coleman's friends, they were at his party a few weeks ago, but I didn't recognize them. We ran into one more acquaintance of Coleman's from college who is a Zumba instructor at the YMCA in downtown Chicago, I have her card, I might have to check that out.
My drinks were spread out over the evening, and when we took seats on the steps outside, Coleman and I crossed a friendship bridge. The name of this bridge is the blues, I used to think that my parents were the only ones who listened to certain artists, gone are those assumptions. Johnnie Taylor, Peggy Scott Adams and Clarence Carter were artists that we both knew. He was telling me about Millie Something and Etta Jones, Someone LaSalle, and Bobby Blue Bland that I need to check out.
It was nice that he could have spent the night following around the familiar faces that he encountered but he stayed with me instead. We left after an hour and a half because he had another party to go to on the north side. Before he did that, we had to check out one of the gay bars close to the museum. This place is called Second Story and it might be 900 square feet on the second floor of a building. Coleman knew quite a few people in there and some of them had heard of me. These men were so sweet, and we spent about 45 minutes laughing, talking and people watching.
From there Coleman walked me to Club Vertigo. I took an elevator to the penthouse level and ordered a glass of water. I walked around the space in awe of the view, and found a wall to lean on. This is when I was approached by Mark. I felt like I was on Jersey Shore, and he moved on as soon as he realized that I was not DTF. It was flattering but I might have been chopped up and put in his freezer, messing around with him. He was talking about wrapping me in bubble wrap and sneaking me out of there and his skills with Reiki massage, thanks but no thanks Mr. Mark.
That encounter was a sobering experience for me and I knew that I was ready to go home. I got a little turned around, but I figured it out. When I got to Hyde Park, I stopped at the Wok and Roll and ordered some cashew chicken, delicious. I would take that over 99 cent tacos at Jack in the Box, any day of the week. Lauren was up when I got home, I filled her in on the night's events and headed to bed. Downtown Chicago was everything that I hoped it would be. I had a very good evening, and I am looking forward to many more, just like this.
Thursday, 6 October 2011
Day 80 - A Moment of Clarity
I didn't have to work today, but I woke up at 7:00 AM anyway with a moment of clarity. I called Coleman and Rebecca right away and withdrew my candidacy, I also sent them emails. I didn't want them to spend another minute of their time considering me for that position. Then I called Mindy from Johnson Publishing Company and accepted their offer of employment. It was so good to get that over with. I drafted a few mock schedules to see how I could get the bookstore, volunteering and the new job into a work week. I will need to see if everyone is on board with my ideas, but I think that I have a handle on the situation. I also did a little budget analysis and I think that a few special people might be getting Christmas presents this year, :)
I watched two episodes of Mad Men this morning. That show is great, if you don't know by now, I don't know what to tell you. I texted Coleman to see if our fledgling friendship had survived the trauma of me backing out. He called me back and we had an interesting conversation, full disclosure. He said the position was mine, there was not another candidate that even came close...that stung a little. He also said that the tough interviewer was an asshole and nobody likes him. I told him that it didn't help that three out of the six people that I have met along the process had plans to leave the department within the next 6 months. Overall, the position was going to be a challenge without the necessary forward progression that I am looking for. I guess that is how I know that I am on the right track, when I sacrificed what I want now (more money) for what I want most (a career in archives). Coleman proceeded to tell me about the amazing Italian man that he met last night, and how Beyonce will never be a Patti LaBelle, Tina Turner, or Chaka Khan. I begged to differ about Beyonce, but I imagine that we will be better friends without working together.
I cleaned the house and then decided to get out and enjoy this beautiful weather. I brought my book and my purse with me to the park, and read for a little bit. Then I started walking, no particular destination in mind. I noticed so many food places, I felt like stopping in all of them....Giordano's Pizza, Pizza Capri, Boston Market, Jamaican Food, Ribs n Bibs, Wok n Roll, Subway, and they just built a Five Guys on 53rd Street. The line was pretty long and I had burgers last week. I would have loved some cajun fries but I resisted the urge. I went to CVS, read an entire celebrity gossip magazine, and treated myself to that new peel off nail polish. Hope told me about it before I left Arizona and I think it will be fun. Apparently, you just stick on the "polish sticker" and file it around your nail bed, and it will come off with nail polish remover. I borrowed Rio from the red box, then I bought tomatoes and carrots at Hyde Park Produce and walked home.
I watched two episodes of Mad Men this morning. That show is great, if you don't know by now, I don't know what to tell you. I texted Coleman to see if our fledgling friendship had survived the trauma of me backing out. He called me back and we had an interesting conversation, full disclosure. He said the position was mine, there was not another candidate that even came close...that stung a little. He also said that the tough interviewer was an asshole and nobody likes him. I told him that it didn't help that three out of the six people that I have met along the process had plans to leave the department within the next 6 months. Overall, the position was going to be a challenge without the necessary forward progression that I am looking for. I guess that is how I know that I am on the right track, when I sacrificed what I want now (more money) for what I want most (a career in archives). Coleman proceeded to tell me about the amazing Italian man that he met last night, and how Beyonce will never be a Patti LaBelle, Tina Turner, or Chaka Khan. I begged to differ about Beyonce, but I imagine that we will be better friends without working together.
I cleaned the house and then decided to get out and enjoy this beautiful weather. I brought my book and my purse with me to the park, and read for a little bit. Then I started walking, no particular destination in mind. I noticed so many food places, I felt like stopping in all of them....Giordano's Pizza, Pizza Capri, Boston Market, Jamaican Food, Ribs n Bibs, Wok n Roll, Subway, and they just built a Five Guys on 53rd Street. The line was pretty long and I had burgers last week. I would have loved some cajun fries but I resisted the urge. I went to CVS, read an entire celebrity gossip magazine, and treated myself to that new peel off nail polish. Hope told me about it before I left Arizona and I think it will be fun. Apparently, you just stick on the "polish sticker" and file it around your nail bed, and it will come off with nail polish remover. I borrowed Rio from the red box, then I bought tomatoes and carrots at Hyde Park Produce and walked home.
Wednesday, 5 October 2011
Day 79 - Al Green Album Art
I am highly favored to wake up and experience a day like this. It didn't start off too extraordinary, just an english muffin for breakfast and Windy City Live on television before work.
Less than an hour into my work day and I am approached by a bearded stranger named Marvin. Marvin is looking for a book about diets for your blood type to give to his cousin. We don't have it but I went ahead and put in the order for him. You would think that would be the end of the story, but Marvin doesn't see it that way. He keeps smiling and talking and my interest is piqued. I wish that you all could see him, he has a medium build, just jeans, baseball hat and a t-shirt, a FULL beard, a bald head (I bet he used to have locs) with a very nice smile, a patterned Hezbollah type of scarf, a little kabbalah string around his wrist and an arrowhead charm around his neck. Something about him was instantly nostalgic and familiar. He looks like he jumped off an Al Green album cover from 1976, pointing and grinning. I could see him in the 80's, hanging out on an air force base with my dad in Germany, with little gym shorts and tall striped tube socks.
We talked about Chicago, family, and balancing work and school. When he called his cousin to tell her about the book and other random family information, he handed me the phone. I talked to his cousin for almost 10 minutes. Her name is Shekentha, and she thinks that we should all go out for coffee soon and she invited me to her birthday party. I told her that her cousin kept smiling at me and I didn't know what to do about it, she said his smile does have that effect on people. This man is a trip. Before we exchanged numbers he explained that his schedule is jam packed and he prefers texting with people, so I won't be holding my breath on any extended late night conversations. It was nice to connect to someone today, it really was one of the highlights.
When I picked up my phone at lunch time, I saw that I had a missed call from the Johnson Publishing Company, they offered me the job!! There it is, two birds in the hand. I can work at the bookstore and the archives, giving myself a little more financial stability. First thing in the morning, I will be calling Coleman and Rebecca and withdrawing myself for consideration. Those will be tough calls because I feel like they might have staked their reputations in support of me, I suppose it is better to let them know sooner than later. I had a great talk in the lunch room with Brittany and Curtis.
When I get back to the trade desk, I am asked to look up a few books for a Mr. Wayne Winter. We didn't have his books but he said that he would be remiss if he didn't ask me which church I go to. I explained my situation and how I have been exploring different options in Hyde Park, he said that his was non-denominational and they had services at the Illinois Institute of Technology on Sunday mornings. I will definitely be checking that one out. He gave me his wife's phone number in case I wanted to talk to someone about religion in the meantime. I thought that was very kind of him, it let me know it was really about the religion and nothing tawdry.
The last king to visit me was Mr. Ford who had plans to recruit me in his entrepreneur training program. He asked me about college and how I felt about making money in new ways. I told him that I wasn't business oriented, but that was a nice sales pitch. Then he got a little indignant and said it wasn't a pitch, he was just trying to prepare young people for this tricky economy and show them how to become independently wealthy. I wished him luck and said that I would call when his books arrived. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, other than the fact that my favorite pack of cookies experienced a price hike. They added one cookie to the sleeve and raised the price 20 cents, which was embarrassing for me when my dollar didn't cut it, it is good that I am down with the cafe crew. I bet that Caitlyn would not have been able to walk away with those cookies like I did.
I'm still pushing through my Susanna Clarke novel, and ABC Wednesdays didn't disappoint. Today was definitely a good day.
Less than an hour into my work day and I am approached by a bearded stranger named Marvin. Marvin is looking for a book about diets for your blood type to give to his cousin. We don't have it but I went ahead and put in the order for him. You would think that would be the end of the story, but Marvin doesn't see it that way. He keeps smiling and talking and my interest is piqued. I wish that you all could see him, he has a medium build, just jeans, baseball hat and a t-shirt, a FULL beard, a bald head (I bet he used to have locs) with a very nice smile, a patterned Hezbollah type of scarf, a little kabbalah string around his wrist and an arrowhead charm around his neck. Something about him was instantly nostalgic and familiar. He looks like he jumped off an Al Green album cover from 1976, pointing and grinning. I could see him in the 80's, hanging out on an air force base with my dad in Germany, with little gym shorts and tall striped tube socks.
We talked about Chicago, family, and balancing work and school. When he called his cousin to tell her about the book and other random family information, he handed me the phone. I talked to his cousin for almost 10 minutes. Her name is Shekentha, and she thinks that we should all go out for coffee soon and she invited me to her birthday party. I told her that her cousin kept smiling at me and I didn't know what to do about it, she said his smile does have that effect on people. This man is a trip. Before we exchanged numbers he explained that his schedule is jam packed and he prefers texting with people, so I won't be holding my breath on any extended late night conversations. It was nice to connect to someone today, it really was one of the highlights.
When I picked up my phone at lunch time, I saw that I had a missed call from the Johnson Publishing Company, they offered me the job!! There it is, two birds in the hand. I can work at the bookstore and the archives, giving myself a little more financial stability. First thing in the morning, I will be calling Coleman and Rebecca and withdrawing myself for consideration. Those will be tough calls because I feel like they might have staked their reputations in support of me, I suppose it is better to let them know sooner than later. I had a great talk in the lunch room with Brittany and Curtis.
When I get back to the trade desk, I am asked to look up a few books for a Mr. Wayne Winter. We didn't have his books but he said that he would be remiss if he didn't ask me which church I go to. I explained my situation and how I have been exploring different options in Hyde Park, he said that his was non-denominational and they had services at the Illinois Institute of Technology on Sunday mornings. I will definitely be checking that one out. He gave me his wife's phone number in case I wanted to talk to someone about religion in the meantime. I thought that was very kind of him, it let me know it was really about the religion and nothing tawdry.
The last king to visit me was Mr. Ford who had plans to recruit me in his entrepreneur training program. He asked me about college and how I felt about making money in new ways. I told him that I wasn't business oriented, but that was a nice sales pitch. Then he got a little indignant and said it wasn't a pitch, he was just trying to prepare young people for this tricky economy and show them how to become independently wealthy. I wished him luck and said that I would call when his books arrived. The rest of the afternoon was uneventful, other than the fact that my favorite pack of cookies experienced a price hike. They added one cookie to the sleeve and raised the price 20 cents, which was embarrassing for me when my dollar didn't cut it, it is good that I am down with the cafe crew. I bet that Caitlyn would not have been able to walk away with those cookies like I did.
I'm still pushing through my Susanna Clarke novel, and ABC Wednesdays didn't disappoint. Today was definitely a good day.
Day 78 - 50/50
I have no excuse for not posting last night. I was watching the Ken Burn's Prohibition documentary on PBS, which was fascinating because so much of the drama took place in Chicago. 1925 Chicago had Al Capone, flappers, jazz, murder, sex, hypocrites, fugitives, crime syndicates and alcohol, what more do you need? I tried to watch Jay Leno, but Kim Kardashian and Kris Humphries were on, and I had to turn it off. I try hard not to be a hater, but they are so stupid, I don't know what brought them together but I doubt that it will be enough to keep them together. I love celebrity nonsense, but they don't even pretend to be normal, it seems like they stalk cameras instead of the other way around, that's enough about them. I went to sleep with barely a notion of turning on the computer.
Yesterday was pretty good. Work was busy and I was off by 2:15. I was feeling restless so I called Coleman and asked if he wanted to go to the movies. Silly me, he is a grown up who works all day and doesn't have time for movie on a week night. He said that we could go another time. I decided to go anyway and see the new Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Seth Rogen movie, 50/50. The critics said that it made cancer, funny. I would like to take issue with that point, cancer is miserable for anyone who has seen it first hand. Maybe I am a glutton for punishment but that movie just pulled my heart out. When he has to go in for his surgery and he reaches for his mom, I lost it. It was a good movie, there were a few funny parts but overall it left me feeling depressed. I never used to cry at movies, but now I am a big sap, maybe I'm getting soft in my old age, between this and The Help, I might need to start carrying around a little box of Kleenex.
After the film, I went to wander around Target. That might sound boring, but this Target is in the South Loop and it is two stories high, on top of two floors of parking garages. The parking lot at the top gives good views of the city, and there are high rise buildings all around the store. A campus of Columbia College is located over here, so there are all kinds of interesting people to see. I have been looking at Craiglist and other apartment finders for places in the South Loop. It is so close to the museums, Soldier Field, and the trains, it has an urban feel without being as congested as the north side. However, it is more expensive than Hyde Park, I will just keep looking. In Target, I bought some groceries and avoided the Halloween candy aisle. The man at the register, Gabriel, was talking me up. I was telling him that groceries are so expensive. He said that is why you get a man take care of them for you. I was like really?? Then he said that if I let him take me out, I wouldn't have to worry about it. That's funny, because it would never happen. He wasn't really my type. I loaded the car and headed home. I paid attention to the signs this time and didn't park on a street that was being cleaned on Wednesday. As I was walking in the house, I realized that I had made it in time to catch the DWTS results...poor Kristin.
Yesterday was pretty good. Work was busy and I was off by 2:15. I was feeling restless so I called Coleman and asked if he wanted to go to the movies. Silly me, he is a grown up who works all day and doesn't have time for movie on a week night. He said that we could go another time. I decided to go anyway and see the new Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Seth Rogen movie, 50/50. The critics said that it made cancer, funny. I would like to take issue with that point, cancer is miserable for anyone who has seen it first hand. Maybe I am a glutton for punishment but that movie just pulled my heart out. When he has to go in for his surgery and he reaches for his mom, I lost it. It was a good movie, there were a few funny parts but overall it left me feeling depressed. I never used to cry at movies, but now I am a big sap, maybe I'm getting soft in my old age, between this and The Help, I might need to start carrying around a little box of Kleenex.
After the film, I went to wander around Target. That might sound boring, but this Target is in the South Loop and it is two stories high, on top of two floors of parking garages. The parking lot at the top gives good views of the city, and there are high rise buildings all around the store. A campus of Columbia College is located over here, so there are all kinds of interesting people to see. I have been looking at Craiglist and other apartment finders for places in the South Loop. It is so close to the museums, Soldier Field, and the trains, it has an urban feel without being as congested as the north side. However, it is more expensive than Hyde Park, I will just keep looking. In Target, I bought some groceries and avoided the Halloween candy aisle. The man at the register, Gabriel, was talking me up. I was telling him that groceries are so expensive. He said that is why you get a man take care of them for you. I was like really?? Then he said that if I let him take me out, I wouldn't have to worry about it. That's funny, because it would never happen. He wasn't really my type. I loaded the car and headed home. I paid attention to the signs this time and didn't park on a street that was being cleaned on Wednesday. As I was walking in the house, I realized that I had made it in time to catch the DWTS results...poor Kristin.