Currently writing this as I am trying to recover from a bad case of the Sunday Scaries. Anyone have a proven remedy for this condition?! LMK.
Guys, Chicago needs to get its shit together because it has felt like winter for the past month. If you’re looking for evidence, look no further than the matching turtlenecks above. Whatever weather I’ll still do things! On Saturday us girls were on a mission to raid the indoor farmer’s market only to realize we should’ve checked the schedule because there were no vendors there. The market is next Saturday. In the wake of our defeat, we decided to head on over to an Austrian cafe and sip some tea, catch up, and even do a little wedding planning (both of these lovely ladies are in my bridal party).
Although the weather was begging us succumb to our fate of being couch-bound til summer, our friends had a different plan in mind. We headed downtown to a friend’s house where we indulged in some adult beverages, and fun talks. I always like this part of the night the best. House parties > bars. I would’ve been happy to hang out there all night.
But once again our friends had a difference of opinion and we embarked on an adventure to the bars. And by adventure I mean 6 of us squeezed into a 5 seat Uber. Living on the edge over here. The bar was expensive, loud, and poorly lit. These characteristics only helped to further solidify my previously mentioned opinion of house parties > bars.
What do you think? Parties? Bars? Other.