recurring crappiness
I want to run away again. I want out of my life as I know it again. I want something new.
Saturday, while we were shopping at CB2, I had a recurring deja vu moment. I was paying for the cute little Green Tea Soaps and the $1.95 soap dish to display it on, when I had this strange and foreboding sense of impending doom. Doom to my life as I now know it. This feeling was so intense, I stepped back from the counter a moment to catch my breath and calm myself that it wasn’t a reality (yet).
What causes Deja Vu? I get these moments often, and they are never moments that turn out well. It is almost as if the collective soul of the universe is directing me upon a course of action, or rather, inaction, since most of these moments require action on my part for anything negative to happen. Instead, in each instance, I pause, calm myself and either keep my mouth shut, or keep still until the familiar feeling of time and space passes.
It is an odd feeling I can tell you that!
Weekend with Sluggo and pals
I had a great weekend. Sluggo was visiting from Boston with his special friend/lover/boyfriend Michael. Houseguests like this are a joy for me to host. I gladly gave up my comfy bed in lieu of the couch so they could have a comfortable stay. I must admit, that five year old IKEA couch is more comfy than I expected it to be.
They arrived Thursday night and set out to enjoy the city Friday while I was working. We hooked up again for a lovely dinner at Jin Ju here in my neighborhood, and then headed down to Boystown for drinks and revelry. I crawled home (literally) around 2:30am and they quietly came in around 4:30am not able to disturb my drink-laden sleep.
Saturday I took them to CB2, a store not available anywhere outside of Chicago (yet). Then we headed for a driving tour of parts of the city they’ve never been. We went to the Garfield Park Conservatory but alas there was a line stretching to the corner due to the Chocolat Festivale currently underway within. We diverted to the Museum of Science and Industry, housed in a former pavilion of the Great Chicago 1893 World’s fair, known as “The White City”. We drove into the parking structure 10 minutes after it closed effectively shutting down our sight-seeing tour for the day.
Ya know, nobody speaks of “pavilions” anymore, and that truly saddens me.
Saturday night, the boys were on their own and as I was in no shape to drink again, I stayed home on the couch watching the remaining 2 films of the “Trois Couleurs” series. A vividly collection of filmmaking I would recommend to everyone that enjoys foreign films.
Sunday evening brought drama to the visit when they were snowed in and all flights to the Northeast coast were canceled. Something about 25 inches of snow… Their airline rebooked them on a Wednesday morning flight home, via Baltimore AND Washington, DC. Instead we had them on a Southwest flight at 7:00am this morning.
All-in-all, a great visit and I look forward to my visit to Boston this summer.
Time to get to work.