"That's not a Buick, that's a Lincoln." - Me. #facepalm. I said this as our Lyft driver pulled up, and was completely serious. Blob just started giggling and reminded me of this Buick commercial.
Tl;dr: Walked along the shores of Lake Michigan hand-in-hand with my cousin Blobert, got coffee, decorated a bookshelf, unpacked, wrote, chilled, dinner with a bunch of PSU friends, improv show, then BED.
Hold on, a beach on a lake? How does this work?
Yes. Lake Michigan is big af. Blob lives less than a block away from this watery behemoth. It's gorgeous, and it was a gorgeous day. He has quite a nice summer of funemployment ahead of him. I can just tell.
I'm been mentoring him every chance I get on the in's and out's of early retirement. I was like, "Yes, we are kind of retired, but no, you cannot start collecting Social Security yet." The injustice. Hopefully we can elect some good government representatives that understand the plight of the youngly retired to change this. Until then, we must persevere and drain our pittances of savings accounts in the name of funemployment.
The sun was shining and it was a gorgeous day to be funemployed. We walked side-by-side smiling at each other like cousins do. Cousins are great. You can be assholes to each other because you are family, but not as big of assholes as you'd be to your own siblings, so it's a nice balance. #cousins4life.
We stopped for coffee. I acted like Blob's mom.
I was like, "Oh hey Barista, he's new to town (pointing forcefully at Blob), tell us stuff! Where's cool? Where's groceries?" My mom would do this stuff to me. Luckily strangers in Chicago are really nice. In NYC, it's hit or miss. I would be like, "UGH Mommm, you don't have to tell everyone we meet that I just moved here. It's embarrassing." I cared so much about what everyone thought. I give way less fucks now. The truth is that most people dgaf about you anyways, so why worry?!
We went to get some groceries at a great (and super cheap) produce store, where I followed Blob around picking up vegetables and saying, "Blob, want to buy this? Blob, want to buy that?" He was like, "No." We got out of there with a few meals worth of food for under $15. This is unheard of in my world. Too bad Chicago gets so cold, otherwise I might consider moving just for the produce.
I did Blob's bookshelf. I felt proud.
I was like, "Wow, this bookshelf really represents you -- there are cats, French books, Used PSU books (he worked at the bookstore), a milk jug (this says that you are from rural PA), classic novels, an inappropriate mug (see photo), and a mini Furby named Veronica." That's what I love about great decor, it can say so much about your interests, experiences, and personality. We also hung a huge picture above his bed using command strips (we couldn't get nails to work). Luckily I don't mind cutting corners (we call this the Stunja way), so I was supportive of this move. Blob napped for a bit. He loves napping. I chilled, wrote, and texted with a few friends.
We went out to Greek town for dinner. I got to see some great friends. It was great.
There were eight of us at dinner. Mostly friends from PSU, a few friends of friends, and my other cousin (not related to Blob) who's been consulting in Chi-town. It was great. We caught up over wine, flaming cheese, and other delicious (and cheap) Greek food. Chicago has a huge Greek town.
At the end of dinner, my twin friend (Philly-girl's other half) was like, "We are seeing Tame Impala tomorrow." "UM WAIT WHAT!?" That's my favorite band. I will go to great lengths to see them live. Immediately I started shooting off Craigslist emails. "Gimme your tickets, please." I got some on Stubhub a few hours later. See you tomorrow Tame babies. Blob and I are going.
I'm really loving Chicago. I'm excited that Blob is here. He's family and has a huge couch, meaning I can come back whenever I want.
We both love comedy, so headed out after dinner in our Buick to an improv show. Chicago is such a great city for comedy. I could go to a comedy show every night and be happy. It's so much fun. Those people are brilliant, especially the ones who do improv. It's impressive. We were two of about ten people in the audience for a 10pm show. The troop was quite good. We got some solid laughs and I was really entertained for an hour. Plus, I had a beer. I'm easily pleased.
We grabbed the train back to Blob's. This is the best part of living in a city. Yes, it can be hectic and overwhelming, but the amount of activities you have in arms-reach is incredible. You can go out after work, get great ethnic food with a bunch of friends, see a show, grab cheap transit home, and be asleep by midnight easily. Nice.
Blob has me for one more full day. I'm going to fill the day with wise advice like, "Drink water between alcoholic beverages. I learned the hard way for five years," "Don't pee in public," and "Homeless people aren't your friends, they just want your money for bad things."
Last full day in the city that never stops being windy.
- Sleep in cuz I got it like that
- Hang and do Chicago stuff
- TAME IMPALA y'all