I am going a little bit crazy here in the Chi. Its what happens during boring weekends--I go a little cuckoo. This wasn't even that bad of a weekend, so what gives? I think it is obviously the added stress and anxiety over the Big move that has me worked up. I mean come on, what sane person has a 2 hour panic attack at 4 in the morning and blogs about it? Cuckoo.
The weekend wasn't that terrible, I actually enjoyed a nice Easter with my lovely Chi-town pal. She and I went to Easter service where we got our "family" picture taken and then picked up her BF before heading to her mom's in IN. It was my first visit to the Hoosiers state and wouldn't ya know, we drove right through Michael Jackson's hometown of Gary. I am pretty sure that is also where the Music Man is from. The three of us, her mom, and her brother dined at a very busy and very fancy dining facility where I had to face the buffet. Truly all buffets stress me out big time. They are chaos, so many people, so many choices, this is the only situation where I feel performance anxiety. (Cuckoo). I endured the buffet and then was rewarded with Delicious Easter treats from her mom. It was really nice considering my parents neglected to hide a basket in the mail...they did send a monogrammed note in lieu of a card with a nice check inside that I will use to purchase a yoga class tomorrow.
Seriously, after going to the hot yoga class with my Venezuelan last weekend I have been obsessed with going more regularly. It is strange, I can't really explain why I like it so much, but I do...it is relaxing, it is private, it is healthy, it is forgiving, it is easy, it is warm, it is structured, it is dim, and it is rewarding (oh, maybe I can explain it!). I actually went to a yoga class on Saturday night after shopping and purchasing at the new Marc Jacobs store in the Gold Coast. I cannot really feel bad about living in Chicago when I can have a Saturday doing just that every single week. I am very lucky. Not like I bought Marc Jacobs out or anything, but I did buy a gunmetal metallic coin purse to replace my worn Kate Spade favorite. It is very cute with the MJ logo and embossed hearts...love it. And it was totally affordable so I picked up one for my friend Joey as well, now we match! There is a matching wristlet that I am tempted to get as well.
I am looking forward to my vacation next week. My sister is due with her new baby on Friday! What a blessing indeed. I am also excited to see my little nephew, I got him a little book called "Goodnight Chicago" which is a book dedicated to all the sights of the Chi. I will be in town for the whole week and so far I have 2 fashion shows planned and tentatively a Twins game in the new stadium. Hopefully I also have a hot date or two with my Venezuelan, I could use the love to keep me from mourning Big.
And last Big, hence why I am so crazy. The @#%%## has not called since Wednesday and so I have no idea if he made it to the LA LA Land. I texted him Sat night, no response, I texted him Sunday, no response, I called him last night and it went directly to voicemail, and I called him today and it went directly to voicemail...yes I realize that I do sound like a cross-country stalker, but come-on, the man is glued to his phone, why would it be off? Do you see why I'm anxious? No one turns their phone off. Did something happen? And what about the earthquake? Ugh, stress. All I want is a little courtesy that includes a simple message of "I made it to LA, have a good life". Not nothing. Nothing is mean. This may be my karma: I have screened for over a month and probably 15 missed calls, the guy who wants to marry me (skipper), without any such explanation. Guilty. Hoping to change that karma I did text him (Skipper) today and said that I am sorry and that I will call him when I am ready...stop smothering me. May have worked as when I dialed Big again tonight (do you know that I have never actually had his name in my phone?) it did ring before going to voicemail. Now he is just ignoring me and not dead. Let's not forget that I live in the real world now.
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