I took the parental unit to the Shedd Aquarium, the Lincoln Park Zoo, I bought them ($340) tickets to see Dirty Dancing at the Cadillac Theatre and we ate in some fabulous restaurants!




Ever heard of photographer Marc Hauser? He's photographed these guys and Jim Morisson, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Bill Gates...he was working full-time for Playboy at age 15 and has photographed for Vogue, Rolling Stone Magazine...
But this fake pose below was just to show the one dress on earth that gives me cleavage! I bought the dress the day before the wedding for $10, but it actually turned out to be $125 because I got the BOOT on my rental car because apparently I parked in the wrong spot and was not allowed to shop across the street.
The boys.
Yes, I said I have a rental car. It's a 2009 Dodge Avenger that I have until tomorrow when my car is done being fixed. That gigantic dent in the side of my car is being fixed my my friends at Progressive. (It randomly appeared after I walked out of City Market one day. Weird.)
This is Brooke. Mike "Halpan's" wife. Preparing with an energy bev.
"Sorry for partying," as Razz would say.
My new Sex and the City steps. Who wants to quit smoking went you have city steps that take you to your apartment?
(random neighbors pictured here form my Memorial Day Weekend trip)
So, motivation has been tough because it is so cold in Razz's apt. It took me 'til this morning to figure out that the cold air coming out of the vents is..air conditioning. WTF is that? And apparently we have no control over that.
Other than that, the people here seem really nice, except when they get in their cars. Chicago has taken road rage to a whole new level that scares this little ski town girl. Need to trade in mini-van for mini-cooper stat. Parking's a bitch.
In other news, my BF is a bad ass kickball player (watched his game on Wednesday night where he caught many fly balls and made a home run!) He has also been phenomenol with this moving operation. I definitely got me a good one.
And I hate to stereotype, but I'm using the wi-fi at the local supermarket/Starbucks combo and I've already withnessed 2 African Americans chillin here, eating fried chicken. Come on, I want the diversity I deserve!
And Prince Walter is doing well. It takes about 10 blocks of walking before he finds some grass patch worthy of his colon. This is not good for my right foot, which I decided to injure again Wednesday some more and am in a world of pain.
But back to Walter. He's a total dude magnet in the ci-ty. And he has evolved his bedside manor into this subtle "don't worry about me, I will take over the entire bed within the next hour and you will like it."
K, I gotta get on this job searching thing and stop procrastinating.
Miss you all more that you know you lucky ducks. "If you are lucky enough to live in Steamboat, you are lucky enough.!"