Oh. Oh. Oh.
Been so busy. Busy going to school, doing homework, avoiding homework, DJing, reading, writing, laughing, drinking, shopping, travelling, visiting, crocheting, hanging out, eating, texting, waiting, sleeping, planning, looking, learning, talking, exploring, driving, riding, interviewing, remembering, walking, dancing.
It's a beautifully glittery day in Soda City. There were round fat robins all over on my way to the computer lab this morning, their red chests full and brilliant.
I spent the last few days in the Chicago-land area visiting friends. It was so interesting to be back in the midwest, almost 9 months since I left it. The landscape was bleak, in the midst of the season change to spring- still nothing green. It was rainy and surprising warm (well, as warm as March in the midwest gets) for the most part- which was good for me because I have returned to my southern roots and get all cold really easily.
Catie picked me up at the airport Wednesday night after my flight had been delayed 3 hours due to the rain and general O'Hare wackiness. We circled the airport for too long and I have never heard a sweeter sound than the release of landing gear in my life. I am not cut out for planes. It's not the flying that bothers me really, I think it's the small spaces and the total lack of ability to entertain myself on a plane on the way to my destination because I JUST WANT TO BE THERE NOW. And it's not like I don't bring toys and things to do- I would just rather not. I spend time wishing I had teleported and was there already, commencing with the fun.
Spent Thursday back in Woodstock, visiting the courthouse and co-workers, had a drinking lunch with Ginger which I don't understand why I don't do more often. First question out of almost everyone's mouth, "Do you have a boyfriend?" Followed closely by "Are you dating anyone?" No and no. I've been busy. Y'know. With things.
Friday Catie and I went shopping at one of the largest malls in the northern hemispere. One of our most favorite things to do. I've missed shopping with her. Such a good team. Went to stay with Julia and stuffed ourselves with stuffed pizza before going back out to the piano bar we test drove the last time the Lady Squad took on the town. Strangely enough, we ran into the same golden men we met the year before where they let us stroke their ego by accepting the drinks they bought us. I even danced to a tune with some guy who claimed to be a podiatrist. He claimed to be a lot of things. Fashionable was not one of them: white sport coat and cowboy boots? I'll dance anytime, though.
Saturday we had the best breakfast at a quirky little joint. I don't care what anyone says, goat cheese is my favorite. Spent the afternoon exploring little shops, wearing huge earrings and trying on vintage clothes. I found 2 dresses that soothe my current obsession of long sleeved mini dresses: 70s print polyester and almost scandalously short. Overt party dresses.
I was then whisked away by Mara to descend upon Chicago where everyone was celebrating St. Patty's day early. Never underestimate the power of a short dress. It's been a long time since I have found myself on the recieving end of one. What? You know what I mean. Danced to a fun coverband at a bar seemingly run by the Russian mafia. Got up early the next morning, and sat slightly hung over in the airport and hoped for a better flight home. I miss my friends. I'll see them again.
Going to Savannah, GA this weekend for St. Patrick's day with a herd of social work ladies... If we don't come back it's because we're in jail.
