It’s been a while, my dear readers. I feel like that is a
recurring theme of this blog, but you know what, sometimes I go out and do
interesting stuff and other times, I watch teenage comedies in my bedroom wearing
my mermaid tail blanket for hours at a time. This blog has become a sort of
bi-weekly experience, but the great part about my use of the term bi-weekly is
that it can mean every other week, but it could also mean twice a week and you
have no way of knowing what I’m up to and you can’t get mad because I’m
technically right.
Semantics aside (but seriously, who came up with that
bi-weekly thing? There were some serious flaws in that plan), 2017 has been
good to me. Yes, it is a new year and this is technically my first post of said
new year. I said it’s been a good one, but that does not necessarily equal
exciting.
New Years itself was blah. I’m not a big fan of that holiday.
I mean, imagine if we celebrated the passage of everyday in the same
over-the-top fashion – that would be a lot of champagne. Speaking of champagne,
we had a performance on Tony N Tina’s
and an after party that the audience was invited to. Several members of the
audience decided that spraying champagne all over the dance floor was totally
appropriate. I did not appreciate this. I left the theatre around 2am, which
was later than I would have liked, but not as late as other people.
Now, the only thing I’ve really done that has truly been
blog-worthy was the very busy Tuesday I had last week. It involved a job
interview, a farewell lunch, a doctor’s appointment, a dinner date with myself
and an improv show. My feet were very sore at the end of the day. Spoiler
alert: I got the job, which isn’t really a job so much as an unpaid teaching
artist assistant gig with a really good company. But don’t worry, it could
eventually turn into a paying job and I get a $30 stipend for travel expenses,
which is really just $30 for me since the school I’ll be working at is walking
distance from my apartment.
The farewell lunch was actually farewell drinks at Starbucks
with my bosses at Lookingglass. It was fancy networking business-y stuff with a
snowman cookie (yeah, I networked, so corporate of my little frees-spirit
self).
Thanks to HIPAA, I get to keep all of the information about
my doctor’s appointment top secret. (Ok, yeah, I know that isn’t technically
what HIPAA is for but don’t tell me that that wasn’t a good turn of phrase).
After that, I had four hours to kill and since the improv
show was a six minute walk away from where my doctor’s appointment was and my
apartment was 46 minutes away, I couldn’t exactly justify going home. (I also
knew that if I went home, it would be nearly impossible to get me back out
again but I’d already spent $5 on a ticket to this thing and told my friends
that I would be there).
This brought me to the Bread Café. I went to the Bread Café a
few months ago and honestly, I was within walking distance of several other
tasty looking places, but this past Tuesday, January 3rd was the 25th
birthday of one extraordinary woman, Ellen Kristen Kuhl, best friend and
college suitemate. Ellen’s favorite food is bread. I once bought her a loaf of
French bread as a gag gift and she ate the entire thing before the night was
over. My previous experience at the Bread Café was promising enough that I told
her I would take her there whenever she comes to visit, but I realized that
this was the perfect little way to celebrate her birth, even though we were
separated by several states and time zones. (This is the Panem part of the post).
I got the Veggie Cabra sandwich. The menu said it was
spinach, yellow squash, goat cheese, mushrooms and Mediterranean dressing. It
was a decent sandwich (the bread was really good, obviously) but not as good as
what I got the first time I went there. Next time (and I’m sure there will be a
next time), I think I will try one of their pizzas or pasta dishes, even though
those aren’t bread.
I stayed at the restaurant long after I’d finished my
sandwich, but the place was pretty empty so that wasn’t an issue. I debated
getting a dessert but no one was at the counter when I went back up so that
saved me some money and calories. After that, I was left to walk around until
show time. The show was at 10, which is distinctly past my bedtime, but my
friend, Claire was performing with her improv troupe (yup, I know someone who
made her own improv troupe) and I’d missed their first performance and had
promised not to miss the next one.
The show was at the Playground Theatre, which I’d walked
past several times in my Chicagoan adventures and was very curious about. I got
there an hour early, which gave me plenty of time to look around… the one room.
It’s a one room theatre.
Anyway, Claire and her group were the last to go and they
totally killed it. (As marvelous as they were, this wasn't a talent based thing as you might expect. It was because the girls in the troupe all had class before the show and requested to go last to insure that they were able to get there for their set). It was actually a fun night and I ended up sharing an Uber
home with a guy who’d also been at the show and knew Claire through their
improv class. (And that was the circenses part).
The rest of the week was mainly work stuff and boring stuff and
apartment stuff. I made a new recipe of soup which yielded more leftovers than
I had plastic containers for but it was delicious and I was able to grab some Tupperware
from my roommates to put the rest in the freezer. Oh, and I watched Hercules on Hulu while I did it. I
wouldn’t want you to miss out on that detail.
On Sunday I went to the movies by myself to see Hidden Figures which was pretty
interesting and then I got Golden Globes updates through the internet because I
don’t have cable.
I was supposed to work today at my Adventure Stage
internship, but my boss’s son had different plans and I woke up to a text
saying that her son was sick and she was working from home so I had the day
off. Exciting news, except that that left me without anything to do except drag
my laundry down the street to the laundromat. (No, I didn’t actually drag it,
that would be disgusting).
I’m going to the Adler Planetarium tomorrow, so that should
be worthy of my writing time and your reading energy. I will keep you posted
with my bi-weekly posts and maybe my next blog post won't have a pretentious Latin title that only I think is clever.
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