Unfortunately, my Ira Glasses are very real. So real, in fact, that the salesman suggested I pay to upgrade my coke bottle lenses to something a little thinner. (I did)
I bought the glasses from SEE, a wonderful eyewear boutique that sells their in-house line of fun and funky frames.
Buddy, Elf
(This quote is dedicated to my friend Cary who had a very unfortunate run-in with a taxi this afternoon. I just so happen to know a thing or two about cab-collisions- no good, I say! Get well soon babe!)
Last night was one of those nights were worlds collided.
A collision filled with joy….think bumper cars!
We went to the bar to meet up with some buddies, but the circle of friends quickly expanded to included people we couldn’t have imagined spending our evening with. Cheers to chance encounters!
Friends (by way of family): Very awesome cousin Katie was in town for the weekend. She came over with her buddy Jodi for happy hour and burgers on the grill before we rolled out.
Friends (by way of work): There are no words for how inviting my coworkers have been since starting at New Job two months ago. This is a great group of girls. I sure like spending my days with them.
Friends (by way of College): On my way to the ladies room, I ran right into a friend Northwestern..from my sorority. We did our secret handshake (no we didn’t).
Turns out, Julie reads my blog! (I am always so surprised…excited…when people I know IRL visit my little site)
It was great catching up with her about life as a new lawyer, impending family planning and her husband’s thoughts on my post, Is Technology Ruining Your Relationship!
Go Wildcats!
Friends (by way of High School): Once I finally made it to the bathroom, I spotted a girl I know from our hometown. She mentioned that she was at the bar with some other kids who went to our HS. I didn’t know any of them…BUT, as it turns out…these were Simon’s BOYZ from back in the day. Simon lit up when he saw his buddies. It has been years.
Hearing stories about their high school shenanigans…literally, a BLAST from the past.
Our night wrapped up around 2am. (Who are we?!)
And I may or may not have gotten in trouble from the cab driver for trying to sit on my husbands lap on our ride home.
Good fun.
I absolutely love Gena over at Chosing Raw. I visit her site daily, regardless of whether I am eating raw or not.
While she publishes wonderful recipes and food photos, I find myself attracted to her blog because her enthusiasm and commitment to conscious eating is contagious. I always feel a renewed sense of excitement about living foods after reading her posts.
When I feel myself making poor choices (cough, caramel corn)…Choosing Raw is where I go to recenter myself.
Definitely worth checking out!
Oh, Nike shoes are a disaster to run in. You need a proper pair of running shoes!
You should go get “fit” to find a shoe that will enhance your performance! Go to a specialty running store (Fleet Feet, if you are here in Chicago) and let the professionals assess your pronation/gait and make a tailored recommendation. This doesn’t cost any extra, and I promise it will make ALL the difference in your run. (Plus its kinda fun…they will likely have you take the shoes for a test run).
Personally, I am partial to Saucony and Mizunos, but I still get re-fit with every new purchase…just to be sure I am in the right shoe for me.
More running attire tips here!
We enjoyed another Friday night out with Lucy Schlatterbeck….and her p’s, Mike & Mo.
We checked out “Beckett’s,” a newish Irish Pub rated high on the scale of “Irishness” by the RedEye.
A bar named after an absurdist playwright? I am so in….Fish&Chips, cozy fireplace, book lined walls and really great company.
Ms. Lucy was, by far, the most popular girl in the pub…impressing absolutely everyone with her sweet dance moves (you have to adore a girl who won’t let a little thing like a lack of a dance floor stop her from getting down!)
(A follow-up to this stunning article posted the other day.)
Roger Ebert: The Essential Man (Esquire)
Please don’t miss the article associated with this quote. It’s truly incredible.
Back…up…that….Bus: That was totally me.
I so wish you would have said hi!
I am sure I would have chased down the stranger you nearly took out and begged him/her to snap a pic of us!!!
(Lesson Learned: If you read my blog and introduce yourself, photos will be captured. And hugs will be given.)
Yup, that’s me. Because I spent a full minute gawking at a girl taking a phone pic of the city lights on the Dearborn bridge trying to decide if it was Emily of Emphasis Added (99% sure it was). I stared, walked past her, stopped, almost turned around to say something, almost bumped in to another person and then continued on my way. Oh Tumblr community, how you make me even more awkward than normal.
In response to this quote from my post yesterday, “Thank you for holding us accountable. You kicked my ass when I deserved it..and covered for me when I needed it (One word: Cancun).
Dad: What happened in Cancun?
Mom: Not enough time has passed.
(Oh boy, is she right! Not enough time has passed to tell that story…not even close.)
I desperately need new layering tanks….but I am not sure where to shop. And so I turn to you.
Here is what I am looking for:
Come on tumblr….please help!
Where can I find the perfect, longish, layering tank at a non-offensive pricepoint?
Thanks Julie…I am so sorry, but I was a bad blogger and failed to get a single photo of my outfit!
What? Why?
Honestly…my closet is a duh-saster area right now and I didn’t have time to clean it and snap a photo of my ensemble. (Sorry!)
(If it helps, here is a somewhat clearer shot of the deep-V, faux-wrap shirt from when I wore it out earlier this year.)
Last night, I paired the Akira top with my Ever Jeans, Slouchy brown boots from DSW and some F21 bangles and hoops.
Date night, Bulls Game
When you realize you forgot your wallet (ID) at home about 1 mile/15 minutes before tip-off…. Husb turns the car around and doesn’t get mad.
He doesn’t even give you a dirty look.
Today…
Mangoes, plums, yellow-bags of goodness from Lush, a stupid argument with Simon (my fault), errand running in up-north neighborhoods, venti coffee, coconut oil, sneakers and Ira Glasses.
