I did something this weekend I never thought I would do in my lifetime: something so awe-inspiring, yet so depressing at the same time. I opted out of attending a Chicago Cubs game. I instead drove home so I could study for a test and make it to the hospital the next day sans hangover. While I should be somewhat happy as this must be a sign of impending responsibility and a readiness to face adulthood- I see it more of a sad, gloomy, and miserable occurrence that should never happen again.
The upside of turning down a Cubs game is that I was in Chicago able to turn it down. It’s been almost three years since I moved from Chicago to Denver, but every time I go back to visit I still feel like I live there. I usually find myself cursing the slow tourists that crowd the downtown sidewalks, giving pitying looks as I float by in my own radiating glow of self-deemed superiority. Poor, poor, souls- you don’t live in Chicago. Then after a moment of smug reflection, I trip in my high heels and it hits me. Oh shit. I live in Flint- which might possibly be more depressing than missing a Cubs game.
I’ve since come to the conclusion that since I still have many good friends that live in Chicago, I am still much, much, more superior to all of the other tourists bumbling about. I’ve also decided that none of them are allowed to move out of the city. Ever- unless it’s because they’re moving to the British Virgin Islands to live on a sailboat. I suppose I could allow that, provided there is enough room for me to visit.
Pictures of my latest trip will have to wait, as I’m too lazy to unpack my bags and find my camera cord thingee. So instead, I decided I would post some pictures of when I used to live in Chicago.
A trip down memory lane reminded me of the one bad thing about the city. You get fat. Maybe not you, per se. But most certainly, me. In the first month I lived there I packed on about 10-15 pounds. I’m glad I could single handedly support Chicago’s restaurants, bars, and street festivals during my tenure there, but it has left me little in the way of pictures in which I don’t look like an overweight gorilla.
I’m too vain to post fat pictures of me, even if it was in the past. It’s making me feel a little guilty that my food choices today consisted of brownies, strawberry pie, peanut butter cups and Chinese food. I was able to find one picture in which I only resemble a baby chunky monkey, which is good enough for me given my current diet choices today.
The good ol' days. July 2005
Even if I am fat in all those pictures, it makes me happy to look at them and realize that the same exact people are in my pictures this time around. I was able to make such awesome friends while I was there, and it’s pretty amazing they still agree to hang out with me.
I love you guys! Just. Don’t. You. Dare. Move.
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Awesome blog…but if you were ever a gorilla, call me King Kong. Silly.
Passing up a baseball game would be very difficult for me to do. It would not even matter which two teams were playing! Glad you had fun on your trip.
Glad you had a good time and can’t wait to see the new photos! I was there in April and had a blast. I grew up in Peoria, Illinois and have many great Chicago road trip memories.
I love it! Cute pic but I look like I’m sucking in or something??? So glad I got to see you this weekend. Definitely hoping to see you in Denver sometime this winter, but we should fit in a trip in the meantime.