Well, it’s Sunday again. Why don’t my weekdays fly by this fast? Right now I’m sitting in my apartment with nail polish drying on my toes (which I can’t feel because of the toe-separaters) so let’s knock out some key learnings before one of my little piggies falls off.
Quick note: I’ve been doing a lot better at updating my Tumblr blog, which will focus on fun things I find online that I want to own or recently bought. I thought it would be fun way to showcase some fun shopping/fashion stuff. Check it out and let me know if you have one too so I can add you to my “follow” list.
Key Learnings:
- One of the worst feelings is knowing you’re going to throw up and you have to wait for it to happen
- There is no shame in walking into a store and saying quickly, “hey chicky, where is your bathroom?” It’s better than taking care of your business outside the front door
- Even if the “club scene” isn’t for you, it’s still fun to go indulge in it once in a while
- Brunch with friends is a weekend requirement, same with naps on the couch
- When you go shopping to look for one specific item, you rarely find exactly what you’re looking for (I have more luck when I’m not looking for something in particular)
- It’s okay to put clothes on over your street ones to avoid the dressing rooms. But be discreet
- Champagne in a can tastes…not awful, but stick with it in bottles
- Sleeping past 8 a.m. on a weekend will likely never happen again (stupid weekday sleep schedule!)
- Trading the puffy coat for a spring fleece is a great feeling
- You always get sick at the inopportune times
- If you find an item of clothing you love and that fits well, buy it in at least one other color
Weekend Buzzkill
I’ve been really lucky this winter with not getting sick. I don’t know if it was the flu shot but for once, I’ve not had any head cold, traditional cold or sinus infections. That is until a stomach bug decided to pay me a visit Thursday night through Saturday mid-day. Yes, it was glorious (I’m being sarcastic).
After about two-and-a-half days of hugging the bowl, eating mostly to toss it back up again and sleeping only a few hours a night, I’m ready for this BS to be over with. I was also hoping the bug would have been gone yesterday when my parents came in town for a visit, but alas no. Dad was forwarned about this and I really tried to rally because I didn’t want to ruin their visit, but let’s just say…I can’t go back to Pottery Barn on North Avenue for a while.
Here is a list of other things the stomach bug ruined for me this weekend:
- Parent visit (the car ride to North Avenue was rough)
- Brunch at Table Fifty-Two (parents wanted to go but it was rescheduled due to my stomach)
- Brunch at Nordstrom Cafe (had to settle for a few spoonfuls of soup over my favorite salad ever and dessert)
- Joy in shopping for cocktail dresses (swollen stomach = three-months preggers look)
- Saturday morning breakfast (let’s just say, I saw it again)
- Excitement about friend’s birthday dinner at Vermillion (I was scared my stomach wouldn’t handle the food)
So while the stomach flu won the war, I was able to enjoy a cupcake at Molly’s with my parents. I’ll take what I can get.
And I’m pleased to say that there were no puppy kicking incidents during their visit. My stepmom was actually concerned about how I was doing, offering me water, soup and even breaks to sit and relax. Let’s hope this trend continues!
Birthday P-I-M-P
After a full day with my parents, I gathered with friends to celebrate my buddy Liz’s birthday. First up, dinner at Vermillion (Latin/Indian fusion) in River North. I’m open to trying new foods and I have to say, my coconut chili mussels did not disappoint. I even had the “fusion-style” ribs for dinner, and while they were good, it was a little too overseasoned/charred-looking for me. Yes, this probably isn’t the best food to be feeding an unhappy stomach, but let’s just say, we were seated near the bathroom in case I needed to get there.
And when it’s your best friend’s birthday, not even a stomach flu will keep you down.
Dinner was great and then we headed over to Hub 51, where a friend had a connection on the inside. What was supposed to be a table and drinks turned into a VIP booth at it’s Sub 51 room downstairs, coat check, personal waitress and drink samplers. I won’t lie, this was cool. And it got even cooler when our connection sent over a bottle of Snow Queen vodka (chilled of course) with Red Bull, tonic, soda water and cranberry juice, plus cans of Sofia’s champagne in can and something called “a.m.,” which I’m pretty sure could kill me if consumed in mass quantities.
I am absolutely not a raging party girl or an active clubber, but it was cool to feel VIP for a few hours. And let me tell you, that waitress made a mean vodka cranberry and made hotpants look good again.
And let’s just say, the women’s bathroom was an interesting scene. I think my tweet of “Grey Goose-soaked cougar den…” says it all.
How was everyone else’s weekend? I laid low today to prepare for Art Smith’s Common Threads gala tomorrow night at the Museum of Contemporary Art. I’m not totally feeling my outfit for it, but it will do.
Reader shopping note:
Because so many of you asked about the dress and shoes from Thursday’s post, I’ve included a link to each below:
- Dress: JCrew – Pique V-Neck Ruffle Dress
- Shoes: Nine West – Maytime heel (note: this is the style of shoe I’m planning to wear, but it’s solid gold and not textured)
Thin, black socks with open-toed, strappy shoes? Would you wear that? Without tights and a skirt? Just because it’s Burberry doesn’t make it right
Popped collar? How have I missed the announcement on this? I do pop a jacket collar but that’s it. Are you pro- or anti-popped collar? I hope I don’t look like this big of a d-bag when I pop it
This just looks unflattering. Saggy boobs? Do I need to buy a dress to make mine look saggier?
I don’t hate maxi-dresses but I don’t want a dress that will associate me with 
Skirts/dresses are my favorite part of summer, but not when fabric is slapped together for a “sack” look. Even with a belt, it’ll look like a mumu
I channel my inner Pam Beesly with cardigans, but the longer ones are not “spare tire” friendly and will pill on the butt. I don’t need a pilly butt thank you
