Again the full prompt for this looked kind of long in the title. The question I shall be addressing today is: What is one thing nobody knows about you because nobody ever cared to ask?
This is sort of hard to answer. I tell people things about myself that I know objectively they do not give a shit about. I've had some of my friends for a long time- you start to run out of new things to tell them, you have to dig deep to find new topics. Plus I'm an open book (obviously, I've been writing in this blog for what? Eight years?) and I am bad at keeping secrets about myself. I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't really have any skeletons in my closet. I'm sitting here, combing every crevice of my brain, and literally nothing is coming to mind. Honestly, not even something scandalous that I don't want to put on the internet. I think we just need to accept the fact that I'm not terribly interesting.
I recently began the foray into online dating. Yes, I know, I'm a sad pathetic loser. It's fine, I've come to accept that about myself. I've actually gone on dates, too- one was nice but the guy never called back, the other was just sort of meh but I'm giving it another chance. I figure if nothing else, I'm getting some free dinner out of this. Between the fact that Colleen is here, and we've been enjoying some of the best food in the city, and that I've tricked men into taking me out to eat somehow, I haven't had to make dinner at all this week (I had major leftovers from Tank on Saturday last.) Wow I actually just realised that. Awesome. Especially considering I have no money left in my bank account
Since Colleen is here, and she's a Yelp goddess (seriously- she writes reviews for them all the time and gets invited to their member's only deals) she's been good at finding restaurants. Pretty much I pull up a handful from whatever neighbourhood we want to go to and she culls from those our best option. On Thursday we went to Blue Island for sushi, which, no exaggeration, is the best sushi I've ever had. The spicy tuna rolls were to DIE for, and the California Rolls had this citrusy flavour to them that I didn't expect but found to be surprisingly delightful. Friday we went to Stella's in Lakeview/Lincoln Park (I'm not sure which neighbourhood that chunk is technically in) and I have never eaten so much delicious food for 10 bucks. I got the eggplant parmesan which I HIGHLY recommend. Plus it was BYOB, which is always fantastic. The owner, Jimmy, and Colleen were chatting it up over yelp. He introduced himself to us and told us to come back and I fully intend on making Michelle go back with me like...asap. She lives right down the street, it's not that far.
Last night we went to Navy Pier. The weather was almost not awful (we got caught in a deluge on Friday night in fucking Wrigleyville) and we had way too much fun people watching. You've never seen so many sad, dejected adults that look like they've given up on life until you see tourist parents take their children to Navy Pier. We ate at Margaritaville, which I'd been to before in Panama City Beach, but I guess the one up here is new. Honestly, for a chain restaurant or whatever, their food is pretty decent. I wouldn't say stellar, but I've gotten the fish tacos both times and both times I was pleased. Plus the margaritas are legit- actual tequila in them and everything! After we watched the fireworks and then just went home, as it was already kind of late and the weather looked dangerous again.
Today our plans are to check out the mexican restaurant that's less than a block away from me (the yelp reviews were good, and I've somehow never eaten there before) and then head to do some shopping in Lincoln Park, then eventually make our way over to the wine bar for flights. I'm not sure if my bank account can handle all this, but it's been so fun and I've eaten so well that I'm just trying to ignore my dwindling funds and enjoy myself.
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