I thought I'd ignore the fact that I spent the whole weekend with D in Chicago in favor of writing about my experience at the bagel shop this morning. After all, I'm not sure why anyone would want the play by play of my weekend, but then again, I'm not sure why anyone would want to hear about my toasted bagel with cream cheese and the schizo standing in line ahead of me. As an aside, the fact that this blog is giving me anxiety issues has some seriously creepy implications. One of which is that D thinks I'm kind of a dork. I totally am.
Of course, he follows this sentiment by asking, "Why don't you ever talk about me on your blog?" To which I respond, "I think people get bored when girls talk about their boyfriends." All of this brings us in a full circle, back to me wondering whether talking about my bagel shop is any more interesting than D? Hmm...
Took an early flight. Was delayed for an hour at LaGuardia (as usual). Arrived. Measured D's wall for a future mosaic I'm making him. Frolicked. Went to sushi. Went out to a few clubs. Went home. Frolicked again. Forgot to press record. Damnit.
Picked up the Starbucks equivalent of a McDonald's Egg McMuffin for breakfast. Got one hour massages (D's treat). Went to the liquor store and bought Bloody Mary mix; Vodka. Headed out on his friend's boat. The Chicago skyline is amazing when viewed from Lake Michigan. Tons of degenerate whores were mingling in an area of the lake called the "Play Pen," where the nouveau riche come to show off their debt. I mixed Bloody Marys for five (blue cheese stuffed olives and lemons as garnish). Went to wash my hands in the boat's lower level and proceded to projectile vomit into the toilet due to motion sickness. I was sick the next six hours. Everyone else had a great time. We got home and fell asleep at 7:30. Missed the dinner I had planned with an old college friend and his girlfriend. Didn't wake up until 9:00 the next morning.
Our nine month anniversary (yes, we celebrate monthly). Went to Wishbone - my fave Chicago breakfast spot. Went to D's gym, ran around the indoor track, laid out by the rooftop pool where we ordered Bloody Marys and read the NY Times Magazine. Went to his cousin's housewarming party where I listened to his whole family argue in Russian for three hours, as they got annihilated by warm vodka. (The rumors about Russians and their vodka are true). Went out to a few bars and a club. Home by 2 a.m.
Made D breakfast. Had lunch with my friend Sam and his girlfriend (the couple I was supposed to meet on Saturday night). Headed to O'Hare as we planned aloud how I was going to pull off moving to Chicago within the next eight months. I sat at the airport for two hours and then on the runway for another hour (Flight delayed again). Got to LaGuardia and realized that I could take the bus all the way from LaGuardia to a stop a block away from my house. Two dollars. Woohoo! I'm big on the saving money tip lately, so this was great. Got home, talked to D, went to bed.