Brotherly Love

I’m not a morning person, so when Matthias told me that the only time he would be able to see me was at 7 a.m. on a Monday morning at Starbucks, I seriously considered if this person even knew me at all. But alas I went and had myself one of the best mornings to date. It’s so reassuring that no matter how much time passes between our visits, we can pick up right where we left off. And easily fall into step.

With a stressful week at work, it was nice to just sit back and laugh and sing with my brother from another mother. Time has clearly treated him well over the past year…

R&R&R

After a crazy two months in the office, followed by the heartache that was Monday night, heading off to get some R&R in the rural town of Birchwood out in Tennessee with some gals. Seeing as I’ve never been South of STL, this should be quite interesting. Oh, and there are rifles involved (hence the third “r”)as Amanda’s parent’s have quite the gun collection to shoot off on their land. Gulp.

And we’re having a crawfish broil. Or is it boil? Being a non-adventurous eater and one who doesn’t eat things that swim, this weekend will clearly be a lot of firsts…shooting guns, eating things from the ocean, drinking bourbon from mason jars…One things for sure, I cannot wait to start rural star-gazing on this four-day escape.

A Night With The Sir

This past Sunday and Monday, one Sir Paul McCartney graced Wrigleyville with a concert at Wrigley Field. After a fun-filled birthday weekend, me and a few gals decided to cap off my entry to the 26th year with the Sir.

Emily and I headed up to Wrigley early and were greeted with Sir Paul’s caravan. As soon as he emerged from the car, 60-year-old women were seen jumping up and down, screaming at the top of their lungs and in tears. Most even had signs holding up. Grown men were running down the streets trying to catch a glimpse of the man himself.

Once we got a table, we weren’t sitting inside Wrigley, we ordered some beers and heard Sir Paul’s sound check. We immediately got goosebumps and didn’t talk to one and other as we didn’t want to ruin the moment. It was amazing.

It was also hot. Insanely hot. Thankfully, the sun hid behind a building and Sir Paul hit the stage right before 8:30. He played over 30+ songs, which is just insane. And he played every song you would ever want to hear. I must say, “Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da” brought tears to my eyes. Being with some of the best gal pals a girl could ask for in a city that I absolutely love while singing along to such a carefree song on a hot summer July night was so fantastic.

I learned on this night, that I sincerely hope I’m rounding up a gang of gal pals for a night in Wrigleyville where we just act crazy when we’re over 50. While the throngs of people were quite diverse, I found myself pulled to those groups of 7 or 10 women who clearly, came in from the suburbs and left their husbands and children at home to fulfill this lifelong dream.

We will be them. And if Sir Paul’s performance was any sign of his stamina, he’ll be there too.

Vienna Waits For You

This week has been insane. Like run-around, forget-to-shower, forget-to-eat, forget-to-sleep. Work’s formal party this past weekend was crazy amazing. And tonight’s our Poetry Pahty (I’m sportin’ a wicked awe-sum Bahstin accent). Life lesson posts coming your way on Monday. Until then, slow down you crazy child.