My weekend was an unusual one. Normally, I tend to keep myself pretty busy but this weekend I found myself with nothing to do so I was left to meander aimlessly around the city with no plans. And what happens to me when I find myself in situations of extreme boredom? I go bat-shit crazy.
Friday night, my husband and I on a whim invited some friends to go to Fish Bar down the street from our condo. Unfortunately, Fish Bar is pretty popular and since the idea was last minute we were not seated for a table until 9:30pm. Which, actually is fine for me since I am accustomed to eating later. However, for one friend, this wait time was not quite so acceptable and Polly Piss-Pants came out in force. Granted, my husband and I are the few in our crew with a regular 9 to 5 and most of my friends need to work early on Saturday and Sunday mornings. It also didn't help that we were told that the wait for a table would be 1 hour at the least so we wandered across the street to Vaughn's for a beer only, as we found out as we stumbled back to the restaurant, that our name was called, and passed, several times. But on a positive note, the Lobster Roll was still awesome.
After dinner, our friends departed back to Logan Square so they could get up to work in the morning and my husband and I were left to our devices and full stomachs. Naturally, he passed out within minutes of hitting the couch and I was left alone. And to while away the hours until I was finally tired, I broke into a bottle of wine, hung out on my back porch and googled randomly until 4am.
The next morning, i.e. 2:30pm, my husband wakes me up and bribes me with brunch. So I bolt out of bed and jump in the shower. I get dressed in record time, if I must say so. Either I was hungry, or I just really enjoy breakfast cocktails. Since it was truly a weekend without a plan, we discussed our normal brunch locations like Deleece or La Creperie, and finally settled on trying something new so we went to Kanela up on Clark St. A mixed green salad and two glasses of wine later, we were still discussing how to spend our day. A walk up to the Spice House in 90 degree heat? Continue day drinking? Go to the beach (and continue day drinking)? Since the possibilities seemed daunting and entirely endless, and all including some form of day drinking, I decided that the best way to kill some time would be to go up to Walgreen's and get my passport photo updated. Mind you, I'm wearing my favorite brunch outfit. A green strapless cotton sundress from J. Crew, some gold necklaces, giant Prada sunglasses, and my hair is in a top knot. Perfect for brunch. It turns out, not so perfect for a passport photo.
Buzzed, I wander into Walgreen's and make my way to the photo counter. I sit down for my picture and begin to wonder if a tube dress is the smartest ensemble to be wearing when I am having a picture taken from the shoulders up. Deciding to throw caution to the wind, and reasoning that my passport is really just for foreign countries, most of which have a more accepting stance on nudity anyway, to proceed with my picture. Pleased, that I actually got something done on a Saturday, we made our way home to spend the remaining afternoon on our back porch with another bottle of Charles Shaw Merlot and to send off the form and picture to have my last name on my passport updated.
Now today, as the weekend buzz is a couple days removed. That in a few weeks when I get my passport back. I WILL LOOK NAKED!! DAMNIT!!!
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