New York - New York

I finally made it to the Big Apple this past weekend. What a fun city! My friend Michelle and I met up for a weekend of theater, shopping, and drinks. Friday night we were in the meatpacking district. We ate at a restaurant called Lotus. The amazing part of dinner was around 11:30pm when the place turned into a nightclub. The wait staff literally took the legs off of the couch we were sitting on and placed small cocktails tables in place of our dinner table. The music was turned up and disco lights came on. And viola – we were smack in the middle of a meat market.

We woke up early on Saturday to stand in line to buy discounted day-of theater tickets. We were able to snag 2 tickets to Martin Shorts Fame Becomes Me. The show was awesome! He poked fun at other celebrities- but mostly himself. It was fabulous! (http://www.martinshortthemusical.com/)

Saturday evening we went to a wine bar for appetizers and red wine… at a place near the Rockefeller Center. We were able to watch the first ice skaters of the year enjoying the rink. We decided to have a low key evening -- then ducked into Carmines for more wine and some dessert. Canola’s. I never knew I liked them until we had Carmines. Yum Yum. Michelle then proceeds to order a couple of shots. Somehow we end up with the leftover food from our neighbors table. (They gave it to us on their way out- as Michelle was raving about how great the sauce at Carmines is.) More shots come. On our way back to the hotel high on shots & wine and full of food- Michelle points out an Irish bar we should check out.

Inside we belly up to the bar for a couple of beers and meet a group of drinking buddies. We become a part of their group and tag along to two more locations to drink yet even more. At 4:30am we hop a cab back to our hotel. So much for a low key evening!

Sunday morning hung over and hurting- we drag ourselves out of bed and prepare for our last few hours in NYC. We go to Central Park to watch the marathon runners- and as luck would have it we had just missed Lance Armstrong run by as we arrived. Dang.

All in all a great weekend with a very good friend- can’t beat that!

5k Season Has Begun

It’s my first spring here in Chicago. And as luck would have it- there is a 5k almost every weekend throughout the spring and summer months. It is my goal to do 2 5k’s each month. I completed my 1st race this past Saturday- It was the Wrigley Early Start. It began near the Lincoln Park Zoo and my time was 35:47. I don’t think its too shabby considering my best time to date for a 5k is 31:30.

Next week it’s the Ravenswood Run. All I want to do is beat 35:47!

Look Whose Back

Did you miss me?

I know at this point there is no one reading this rag of a blog- but I am back at it. Spring has sprung in Chi-town & I am on track to enjoying it! We are moving to a new joint on May 1. Its only about 6 blocks from here- so we will still be near all the Wrigglyville action (for all you folks that wanna come visit- please do!).

More to come!

Double Woody

I went trick-or-treating with T’s nephews (twins). They were supposed to dress up as Woody & Buzz from A Toy Story, but when they got to the costume store both boys wanted to be Woody. It was pretty hilarious.

T & I flew home the weekend before Halloween to see friends, attend an ECU Homecoming game (Go Pirates!), and attend my favorite Halloween party. T had the best costume- here is the very SEXY Dread Pirate Roberts & The Joker (Huneycutt).
Check out Lt Dangle in the background with the Jager! Good times!

I Used To Work In Chicago!

I am feeling like myself again- it’s pretty amazing. I relocated to Chicago in the beginning of August. For some reason I thought I could just up root my life and not feel any repercussions. Like I was going to show up here and have tons of friends and activities to be involved in. (I know- I know… nuts!)

But that’s how your brain works when you are in love- on auto pilot.

Anywho- the job I took was terrible. I spent my days, nights, and weekends working. Waking up at 7am, taking T to the train to see him off, and then working till 8 or 9 at night. It was taking a huge emotional toll. No time to make new friends, do comedy, or get involved in activities.

So I quit.

I feel amazing! And broke. How did that happen?

I found another job. It doesn’t start for 2 weeks though. What in the heck am I going to do for the next 2 weeks??

Isn’t it ironic, don’t you think.