So, I know I haven't blogged in awhile, ok in like five months, but I just haven't had that blogging ambition.
However, today, an epic day, deserved a shout out.
First, I should catch you up on my life. Since I have last posted, I started a job at Groupon as a Deal Vetter. I work in the Chicago office vetting deals for California and Hawaii. I spend everyday harassing my sales reps (thanks guys for putting up with me and not blocking me on chat!) and analyzing crazy deals from laser fat removal to tea parties for little girls. From surf lessons to my personal favorite: http://www.groupon.com/deals/blewt-productions. So, for the past month, I've been in work heaven, vetting my little heart out in the old abandoned warehouse called 600 West chicago, at my desk in Protocol (yes, my office area is actually named that) sitting next to our fooseball table and panini maker. Life is grand. To celebrate life, I even bought a new pair of "five inch, congratulations you're not a hobo stilletos."
Let me tell you what else happened.
So I like to write about Aly, my roomie and our adventures. Well since I've last posted about us, she has lost her baby - not a real baby - let me explain. However, first I have to tell you, I'm the one who loses everything, who searches frantically for my cell phone, which is most likely sitting in my left hand. So I'm sitting on the train two days before Thanksgiving, when I get a phone call.
"Yunna, I can never make fun of you for losing your phone again."
I never thought I would hear those words come out of Aly's mouth, I almost wanted her to repeat them again.
"What did you do Miss Dolan?"
"I lost my car"
After searching for it for hours on end, the only thing she could do was file a police report and pray to the car Gods, the poor Saturn was gone. So up until today, Aly found herself a new hobby (next to her passion for building doll houses) - being a Saturn chaser. She would hunt the streets, eyes peeled walking to and from work every day. She came close one day, she was convinced a purple Saturn she passed was her car with a new paint job. Those car robbers sure are sneaky. However, her mom calmly explained to her that she was not allowed to try to steal back every Saturn that crossed her path. We were losing hope, and it was becoming more apparent that her Saturn was gone for good, and she would have to become a Buick driver (code named the Grannymobile) - her generous mom was willing to give up her car in an excuse to purchase another one. However, the car God did not plan for a Buick in Aly's life. At 10 o'clock at night, the Chicago police rang up her new iPhone (yes, Aly finally converted- sellout) saying the Saturn was found 5 blocks north of our apartment. We rushed over in a taxi to pick up the poor, lonely Saturn and return it to our home turf. Aly can officially stop being a Saturn chaser. Until next time...
Friday, December 3, 2010
Monday, June 28, 2010
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
enough money within her control to move out
and rent a place of her own,
even if she never wants to or needs to...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
something perfect to wear if the employer,
or date of her dreams wants to see her in an hour...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a youth she's content to leave behind....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to
retelling it in her old age....
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE .....
a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
one friend who always makes her laugh... and one who lets her cry...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ....
a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ...
eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems,
and a recipe for a meal,
that will make her guests feel honored...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE ..
a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to fall in love without losing herself..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to quit a job,
break up with a lover,
and confront a friend without;
ruining the friendship...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
when to try harder... and WHEN TO WALK AWAY...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that she can't change the length of her calves,
the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents..
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
that her childhood may not have been perfect...but it's over...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
what she would and wouldn't do for love or more...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW.. .
whom she can trust,
whom she can't,
and why she shouldn't take it personally...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
where to go...
be it to her best friend's kitchen table..
or a charming Inn in the woods...
when her soul needs soothing...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
What she can and can't accomplish in a day...
a month...and a year...
Thursday, June 10, 2010
One Goal
Stanley Cup Champs, need I say more? I'm so proud to be a Chicagoan and am ecstatic to watch the parade tomorrow! Our boy
s did us proud!
Yesterday was just a great day for Chicago sports. The Cubs beat the Brewers 9-4 and Derrek Lee (my all-time fav) hit his 300th homer. Marlon Byrd also moved up to number three on my top player list (after Theriot).
This epic night was celebrated in Wrigleyville. Aly and I, ironically were looking forward to a low key night, just watching the game, having a beer and hoping for the best. I brought up Wrigley thinking it'd be nice to watch it close to home, completely not thinking about the potential rioting ahead of us. I met her after work and we took the el straight to Wrigleyville. The bars were already filling up with excited Blackhawks fans. We settled on Barleycorn, it just feels like home there. We were taken to one of the last empty tables and sat right next to a wall with a surprisingly clear projected image of the game.
The hawks game was so intense. The entire time we were at the edge of our sea
ts, heart racing, no option of breathing at all. However, all that tension paid off when Kane got the winning goal during overtime. The packed bar went nuts, and the two guys with serious Napoleon complexes (forgive my judging eyes) standing near us started climbing up on the chairs to shake what their mama gave them. Within five minutes the bar had emptied out and the rioting started. We decided to join the masses, but the rioting, body surfing and fireworks got a little too intense for our sober selves (I feel so bad for anyone who parked their cars on Clark), so we headed home. I was a little sad that we did not toast a winning shot. However, Aly and I had promised ourselves that we were only going to have one drink each and Aly was being responsible for the both of us. She said I would thank her when I was older, and I definitely had to today after watching hungover people try to make it to work.
I love the enthusiam of this city - from the team honoring Lord Stanley by giving the cup its own seat on the flight home, to celebrating the win with happy hour at work, we love our sports.
s did us proud!Yesterday was just a great day for Chicago sports. The Cubs beat the Brewers 9-4 and Derrek Lee (my all-time fav) hit his 300th homer. Marlon Byrd also moved up to number three on my top player list (after Theriot).
This epic night was celebrated in Wrigleyville. Aly and I, ironically were looking forward to a low key night, just watching the game, having a beer and hoping for the best. I brought up Wrigley thinking it'd be nice to watch it close to home, completely not thinking about the potential rioting ahead of us. I met her after work and we took the el straight to Wrigleyville. The bars were already filling up with excited Blackhawks fans. We settled on Barleycorn, it just feels like home there. We were taken to one of the last empty tables and sat right next to a wall with a surprisingly clear projected image of the game.
The hawks game was so intense. The entire time we were at the edge of our sea
ts, heart racing, no option of breathing at all. However, all that tension paid off when Kane got the winning goal during overtime. The packed bar went nuts, and the two guys with serious Napoleon complexes (forgive my judging eyes) standing near us started climbing up on the chairs to shake what their mama gave them. Within five minutes the bar had emptied out and the rioting started. We decided to join the masses, but the rioting, body surfing and fireworks got a little too intense for our sober selves (I feel so bad for anyone who parked their cars on Clark), so we headed home. I was a little sad that we did not toast a winning shot. However, Aly and I had promised ourselves that we were only going to have one drink each and Aly was being responsible for the both of us. She said I would thank her when I was older, and I definitely had to today after watching hungover people try to make it to work.I love the enthusiam of this city - from the team honoring Lord Stanley by giving the cup its own seat on the flight home, to celebrating the win with happy hour at work, we love our sports.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Welcome
So I've been contemplating what kind of blog I want to create since I started working in the social media space. I've decided to entertain my audience with the adventures of my friends and I as we become big girls, and take on Chicago.
Our escapades began when my roommate Aly and I went apartment hunting back in December with our apartment finder, Scott, Starbucks in hand and her dad in tow. The first few apartments were a nightmare, one of them literally looked like it came from the movie "The Haunting in Connecticut," including its own funeral style fire place. However, with a huge sigh of relief, we found a lovely apartment in the Lakeview area, our lives were set.
Let me tell you a little about my friends and me. Monday through Friday we are slaves to the PR world, but weekends are dedicated to us, and boy do we embrace our weekends. From Aly's boyfriend tumbling down Halstead at 2 in the morning (yes, he really did do sumersaults), to befriending bouncers at bars, our lives are never a bore.
Last night, Aly and I decided to have a roomie date at Red Ivy to watch the Blackhawks take on the the Flyers. The bar was packed as soon as we walked in. As we were about to leave after waiting 30 minutes with no drink, the bouncer tried to keep us by bribing us with VIP. After we agreed, a cocktail waitress ushered us to a ghetto VIP room that we had to go through an alley way outside to enter. The bar only took cash and there was a door above our heads that had a bloody, plastic hand with a pair of handcuffs attached to it. We decided to take our beers back to the front of the bar to watch the game. Bouncers kept walking past us, but one stopped Aly because he was star struck by her resemblance to Amanda Peet (I'm proud to be part of Amanda Peet's entourage). We instantly took a liking to him, as well as another bouncer.They took great care of us, constantly checking on us, calling us their "VIP girls" and even made sure we had a place to eat our delicious plate of chicken tenders. He walked up to a group of guys and just stood there with a scary face, arms crossed and said "move." That simple gesture secured us the edge of the DJ booth, which turned into our makeshift table. One bouncer however, we did not take quite a liking to. He wore a black vest and tried to make us move from our comfy DJ nook. He even tried to tell us to stand as close as we could to his big black friend, then kept checking to see if we did. Overall, we had a great time, despite the sad loss of the Blackhawks (step it up boys, it's home rink now!).
We decided to toast the weekend with a last shot at Bar Louie on the way home. However, our solid night took a nasty turn when our bartender couldn't make a Washington Apple shot to save his life, and decided to yell at us for his misfortune. However, the Jaeger girls tried to mediate the situation baring gifts of hats, and the live band brought us a CD and lighters decorated with nail polish. With our new treasures in hand, and an emptiness due to no Washington Apples and an empty wallet, we headed home.
We woke up this morning ready for the beach, only to find rain tapping down our window. Sad day! So instead, we decided to be productive. We decided to explore Norridge, a suburb nearby. We started out at her friend Nicole's wedding dress fitting. Aly made me proud and did not hyperventilate (my friends do not do well with weddings). After pinning and primping, Nicole's dress was ready to be altered. Aly and I headed to Target. After pushing her around on the cart like a five year old (I'm gonna be a good mom some day) we received the newest addition to our apartment, our vaccuum. We were so excited we all but buckled it in the car when taking it for the ride home. Our new vaccuum and our crock pot is the closest thing to us being domestic. It's great. On our way home we decided to be ambitious and try antiquing. After failing on directions for two, and the third being in a house in a quiet neighborhood, we bowed our heads in failure and decided to go eat. Our rollercoaster of a night last night and ambitious day today brings us to a night of laundry and movies.
Our escapades began when my roommate Aly and I went apartment hunting back in December with our apartment finder, Scott, Starbucks in hand and her dad in tow. The first few apartments were a nightmare, one of them literally looked like it came from the movie "The Haunting in Connecticut," including its own funeral style fire place. However, with a huge sigh of relief, we found a lovely apartment in the Lakeview area, our lives were set.
Let me tell you a little about my friends and me. Monday through Friday we are slaves to the PR world, but weekends are dedicated to us, and boy do we embrace our weekends. From Aly's boyfriend tumbling down Halstead at 2 in the morning (yes, he really did do sumersaults), to befriending bouncers at bars, our lives are never a bore.
Last night, Aly and I decided to have a roomie date at Red Ivy to watch the Blackhawks take on the the Flyers. The bar was packed as soon as we walked in. As we were about to leave after waiting 30 minutes with no drink, the bouncer tried to keep us by bribing us with VIP. After we agreed, a cocktail waitress ushered us to a ghetto VIP room that we had to go through an alley way outside to enter. The bar only took cash and there was a door above our heads that had a bloody, plastic hand with a pair of handcuffs attached to it. We decided to take our beers back to the front of the bar to watch the game. Bouncers kept walking past us, but one stopped Aly because he was star struck by her resemblance to Amanda Peet (I'm proud to be part of Amanda Peet's entourage). We instantly took a liking to him, as well as another bouncer.They took great care of us, constantly checking on us, calling us their "VIP girls" and even made sure we had a place to eat our delicious plate of chicken tenders. He walked up to a group of guys and just stood there with a scary face, arms crossed and said "move." That simple gesture secured us the edge of the DJ booth, which turned into our makeshift table. One bouncer however, we did not take quite a liking to. He wore a black vest and tried to make us move from our comfy DJ nook. He even tried to tell us to stand as close as we could to his big black friend, then kept checking to see if we did. Overall, we had a great time, despite the sad loss of the Blackhawks (step it up boys, it's home rink now!).
We decided to toast the weekend with a last shot at Bar Louie on the way home. However, our solid night took a nasty turn when our bartender couldn't make a Washington Apple shot to save his life, and decided to yell at us for his misfortune. However, the Jaeger girls tried to mediate the situation baring gifts of hats, and the live band brought us a CD and lighters decorated with nail polish. With our new treasures in hand, and an emptiness due to no Washington Apples and an empty wallet, we headed home.
We woke up this morning ready for the beach, only to find rain tapping down our window. Sad day! So instead, we decided to be productive. We decided to explore Norridge, a suburb nearby. We started out at her friend Nicole's wedding dress fitting. Aly made me proud and did not hyperventilate (my friends do not do well with weddings). After pinning and primping, Nicole's dress was ready to be altered. Aly and I headed to Target. After pushing her around on the cart like a five year old (I'm gonna be a good mom some day) we received the newest addition to our apartment, our vaccuum. We were so excited we all but buckled it in the car when taking it for the ride home. Our new vaccuum and our crock pot is the closest thing to us being domestic. It's great. On our way home we decided to be ambitious and try antiquing. After failing on directions for two, and the third being in a house in a quiet neighborhood, we bowed our heads in failure and decided to go eat. Our rollercoaster of a night last night and ambitious day today brings us to a night of laundry and movies.
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