I haven’t written in here for the longest time. A lot has happened since my last post. Last weekend, my best friend from about 4 or 5 years ago came to visit me in Chicago and honestly it was one of the happiest weeks of my life. It’s a strange feeling, it’s either I’m really not fully adjusted to where I am now, or that my childhood was just reliving the past and felt comfortable; everything was still just as it was 5 years ago. With Rosie, I feel so honest and so open about my life. I realized that since college, I hadn’t entirely opened to a single person. I’ve opened up different parts of myself to different people, sharing bits here and there. If only these people I’ve opened up to and connected to could become one person.. Best friends really are the rarest gifts in this world. I can’t even explain how thankful I am for this really strong friendship that I have with Rosie.




We celebrated St. Patrick’s day with Rob and Matteo, at a bar where Mike was hired to spin music. This night was wack, 1) I danced with a man who claimed to be blind 2) I joined in with a total stranger when he suddenly started shaking his booty by himself in the dance floor 3) I drank all day from wine to vodka, you name it. Here are some photos from the night, where seemingly, Rob and I just couldn’t help but act like twins…?
The city on St. Patrick’s day was filled with wild kids and popops all over the place! And on irrelevant terms, there were banana man and creepy men crew who stood by Millenium Park opposing Scientology. On Rosie’s last night, we went out to Sound Bar AKA the house of terror. Very disgusting, almost lost my earlobe to a random creeper who mistook it for some sort of food? Okay disgusting, this metaphor didn’t even work to cover up the grossness. Note: I was in excruciating pain and I never found out who this freakshow was.





But on a brighter side, I did get lucky at one point and meet a nice British boy who was not over 30 but I lost him when this Albanian guy carried me with his one hand and the night ended up with my feeling more and more like a terrible underaged little 5 year old dancing at a 28+ bar. What a night – thank goodness for the alcohol that had kept me having fun to the music all night though; sobriety would not have let me perceive this night in any way worthwhile at all. But Rosie and I had a good time when these weirdos weren’t around. I wasn’t able to clearly see Rosie’s guy’s face but what’s for sure is that we both came home decidedly that we should not date 30 year olds because at some point they will admit to us they are actually 40 with possibly 3 kids.