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.

1 comment:

  1. Chicken tenders and Fuzzy navel shots are VIP? Man Chicago is classy.

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