It's very nice to be back in Chicago, after spending half of last week in Washington DC. Don't get me wrong - DC is a great city. But the client I'm doing work for is located in a terrible part of town and, frankly, since moving to Chicago, forging a nice life here, and getting Banjo, I really don't have any interest in traveling for work. It's especially blech since I'm averaging a 3-day trip every month and a half. Oh, and the work blows. But enough complaining out of me. Just keep your fingers crossed that something else will materialize (and I'll do my part by putting applications out there / liberally giving away hand jobs - I kid).
The title of this posting, and the song it is taken from, is especially resonant these days. For one, I've been hearing this song a lot on my Pandora station dedicated to 80's synth pop favorites. And secondly, for reasons I cannot explain, old boyfriends, dates, flames, etc have been coming out of the woodwork lately. I truly dislike recycling old flames (unless it's to be friends, which I always appreciate), but it's always interesting how after years of no communication, these lads come out of hibernation and want to be all up in my grill. I mean, I dig it. They obviously were lured by the siren song of my super fierce blog.
Two and a half weeks in and the vegetarian life is treating me well. I'm sleeping exceptionally well and have more energy. I've also enjoyed the adventures in guerilla cooking that vegetarianism forces you to embark on. Last night, after discovering many zucchini in my fridge (left over from a recent trip to the farmer's market), I went buck wild and made zucchini flax muffins, zucchini strata, and polenta with mozzarella and zucchini. I would happily pass along the recipes for these, but silly goat, you know I never use recipes. That's why it's guerilla / impromptu cooking! I simply go into the cupboards, find stuff, mix it all together, and cook it. Sometimes it works out exceptionally well - other times, the food is so bad, even Banjo won't touch it. I like these kinds of kitchen experiments. And I'm definitely liking that I'm finally manning up enough to fulfill my new year's resolution of being a vegetarian. Fingers crossed that it keeps up.
In other news, after much ado (read: BULLSHIT), I finally got my IL Driver's License. Yes, after THREE months of making desperate pleas to the Texas DMV, a day of taking the written test in Illinois (in which I met a very foxy fellow test-taker, but our conversation was broken up by a disgruntled IL DMV employee who scolded us for talking and threatened to take our tests away), and many calls to the IL DMV, I finally have it! Boy, I will keep it close. No more drunken test-tube shot ordering at the Hangge Uppe at 3am for this gal. Instead, I will use the license to fulfill all of those visits to Haley, my mom, and other pals. What's more, the picture is very blonde Lois Lane - so that's cool. I will miss you old Texas license from 2001. We had many good times. Ya know, all the times you helped me legitimately get into bars and clubs, often illiciting the response from bouncers: "Ah, you're from Texas, huh?" or "A Texas girl? Yeehaw." Remember the drunken Halloween when you were used to play "Suck and Blow" (not as dirty as it sounds)? Yeah, me too. Good times, old friend. Now, I'm sure you're getting some hoochie chola into bad clubs with even worse music. She probably has bleach blond hair and paid $50 for you from some seedy guy who trolls college campuses. Live on, little license!
Oh, in other news, I joined a Sunday Softball league. Sheesh. Why I did this after the Softball incident of 2005 (when Zac, Leah, Andy, and I went to play softball and I missed catching the ball, only to have it land ON MY EYE), I do not know. I think it was because the admission fee included beer and a t-shirt. Pray for me. Pray for my Chanel glasses (which I got as a product of the other, lesser pair being broken by said softball incident), which have been going strong for four years of constant wear now.
On an even less substantive note, the Season Finale of "The Bachelorette" is on tonight. Can I ask WTF ABC is doing featuring a CANADIAN on this show? I don't want to seem US-centric, but if she lives in Vancouver, perhaps the CBC should do a show on her, not ABC (in which the "A" stands for American - I'm guessing at this...?). I'm just bitter because Ed, one of the finalists, is a gentleman from Chicago who frequents the Blue Frog, my favorite neighborhood haunt. And I want him to be mine. Meow.
Have a happy week!
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