Tomorrow is the first day I will not complain about having “the Mondays.” I can’t tell you why or how, just that I’m determined not to let the start of a new week get me down, but instead I’m going to grab the bull by the horns and make tomorrow the first day of the rest of my life. Or something like that… I’m sure as hell going to try anyway.
It feels like I’ve been gone so much this summer that is was finally nice to spend a weekend in Chicago. Because Chris and I are a couple of sixty-year-olds, we spent a few hours on both Saturday and Sunday watching the air show. I’m usually way too cool to spend my afternoon looking at the sky, but for some reason this year I actually kind of enjoyed it.
Following the super exciting jet show, we jumped on our bikes and rode over to Wicker to grab some tacos and Tecates at Big Star.
I swear I’m not trying to pull off the whole “non-smiling” thing for this photo, I gave up trying to do that like ten years ago, Chris just happened to catch me mid-smile and I know better than to shamefully ask him to take more than one photo when we’re out in public. I think it hurts both of our pride, really.
And just the best bean dip ever.
Chris loves being photographed for blog photos, as do all guys I’m sure.
But anyway, for those of you not familiar let me tell you a little bit about this place called “Big Star.” It’s basically just a taco restaurant with a few other things on the menu, but the line is always insanely long. We came at 4:30 p.m. and didn’t get seated until 6:15 p.m. For tacos! And even though we always complain about the wait and say we’re just going to go somewhere else, we always end up waiting. It’s weird. But I, like everyone else in Chicago, love the outdoor seating and the overall ambience of the place. People watching in Wicker Park never disappoints. And I’d be selling the place short if I didn’t mention the fact that their food really is pretty incredible. Like really really good.
We intended to head home after our taco feast but the wonderful Chicago weather got the best of us and we ended up riding around the city for two more hours, and about twenty more miles. Let’s just say those padded biker shorts I’ve always made fun of don’t seem so bad to me now.
We ended the night by the harbor listening to an impromptu live band, with an amazing view of the skyline shimmering off the water in the background.
This photo kinda sucks, but I swear it was a gorgeous site.
I’ve got a good feeling about this week. Tomorrow is my first day of Conservatory classes at the Second City and I’m also going to hit the stand-up scene again after a few weeks off. It’s time to get the ball rolling, times a ticking.
Over and out.
PS- congrats to former Chicagoan Chelsea at Little Lessons in a Big City for winning my Blog Bday giveaway last week!
