Summer's almost over, but here in Chicago, it feels like it hasn't even started yet. In fact, I think this is the first year in the history of my life that I HAVEN'T been looking forward to the return of the Pumpkin Spiced Latte, simply because I refuse to acknowledge that fall is coming.
I'm officially addicted to yoga sculpt.
It's a funny story, actually. My friend--a regular yoga sculpt attendee--has been trying to get me to join her in a sculpt class for literally YEARS. Finally, the morning I agree to attend, we get a flat tire on the way to class due to Chicago's increasingly bad pothole problem. Needless to say, we didn't make it.
I'll admit when going to the showing for my pad, my heart sunk as prospective renter after prospective renter continued to show up to be walked through the apartment at the same time I had planned.
As people approached the house, I would size them up. Speculating as to whether or not they had pets (a black mark in the eyes of many landlords), what their monthly income and credit situation might be and each time, internally came to the conclusion that I would be a better tenant.
Am I a jerk or what? But hey, the Chicago rental market is insanely competitive.
It feels really darn good to be there for old friends. I'm talking really old friends. The type of people you probably don't get to talk to every day, week or even month. But when you do get time to reconnect, it's like picking up right where you left off.
That's pretty special.
I'm thinking something simple, light and crisp to kick off the weekend. Something easy but elevated.
Yes, a classic champagne cocktail is just what the doctor ordered.
Last weekend I headed over to Bucktown to check out Jackie's new place and fell in love with the neighborhood. I've been there before, quite a few times, and have always liked the area. But it was different to see if through the eyes of my good friend who now lives there. I'm more than confident she's going to love her new pad and all of the entertainment and things that are accessible.