Chicago. With my bests. What could be better? My favorite ladies and I decided to make a trip to the Windy City to enjoy one of the last weekends of Summer. And boy did we enjoy it!
The road trip up was filled with 90's Pandora and catching up on gossip. When it was time for a pit stop, leave it to the margarita-obsessed to find the only Mexican restaurant within 100 miles. Oh, and did I mention we found said restaurant on Karaoke night? One large margarita for the driver, and several for the passengers later, we were back on the road, and back to our N'SYNC play list.
We got into Chicago late Thursday night, after catching up with my friend and now Chitown resident, Nicole, over Skinnygirl we hit the hay to prepare for a day of serious retail therapy.
On Friday we were up bright and early to enjoy two bottles of champs, Bailey's and coffee at Yolk. Then, off to Michigan Ave. for a day of shopping till we drop.
What's better then shopping you may ask? Drunk shopping.
With a buzz from excessive champs, shopping is much more fun. We went to every store, rocked shirts, pumps, dresses and some cut offs through dressing room after dressing room. My bank account was seriously hurting but, when in Rome!
That night, we went to dinner at an Italian favorite of mine, Carmine's. Order the Stuffed Mushrooms. Thank me later. After excessive eating, and many bottles of vino we went out on town!
The boy watching in Chicago I have to say, is sub par. If you love Sperrys, and Polo --this is your city! I'm positive that every single frat boy migrated to this city in their Raybans and Chinos.
After a night of drinking, dancing and laughing hysterically I woke up Saturday feeling sub par. One coconut water, some french toast and a coffee later and I was ready to tackle the beach!
Little did I know, that this beach trip would be a lot of effort, and a little less lay-in-the-sun-don't-move-for-hours.
I need to preface this beach story with a little tid bit about my friend Morgan.
Morgan was always the one with the bad ideas that eventually turned into really good stories. In high school we took a trip to the tattoo parlor together to get our nipples pierced. Why did I listen to her? Don't ask me! But, an hour later I was pierced and probably a little bit molested.
No- I don't still have them.
So, when Morgan decided that we should attempt to paddle board on Lake Michigan, I was back to seventeen and high school, jumping -off -the-bridge-because-she-did decision-making.
Paddle boarding is not my sport. I am the least graceful, balanced person you will ever meet. I probably ate shit at least twelve times in the course of an hour. The entire time, Morgan was poised and perfectly dry on her board. I should have known.
After an exhaustive day at the beach we were ready for yet another night on the town. My friend, turned Chitown resident, Nicole took us to a super fun bar downtown. Same sub par boy watching but, the music was amazing. I'm talking No Scrubs, Ludacris back to freshman year amazing.
Thank God for the brunch at Zed 451 because after two days of almost constant drinking, I was dead. Leave it to their ah-mazing chicken and waffles to bring me back to life just in time to make the long trip home to the 440.