August 03, 2008
Wenchie Is Blogging On a Sunday?
Weird, I know. I'm so disappointed in myself for neglecting my blogging duties. I'm going without nail polish for a week as punishment.
I had many great blogs in my brain but no time to get them into MoveableType, so let's just recap the week, shall we?
Monday after work, I drove from O'Hare to Elburn, Illinois, to go to a friend's brother's memorial visitation. I didn't even know Elburn existed until I read the obit and Googled the place. But they have their own website! Who knew!
After getting off the expressway, Google said that I had seventeen miles before reaching the funeral home. Since I had left right from work, I was like, Oh, good, I'll stop somewhere and grab something to eat.
People. There is seventeen miles of NOTHING between the expressway and Elburn. I saw a sign for "Coon Creek Country Days," but that's not until mid-August. No food on a stick for me. Luckily, there was a huge platter of brownies and cookies in the funeral home basement, and my friend let me partake.
On Tuesday, I went to Gurnee Mills with Billi and our Norwegian cousins, who are in the country for a few weeks. They are the perfect house guests, and here's why:
1. They bring me European candies, chocolate and marzipan.
2. They clean up after themselves.
3. They rent their own car and are self-sufficient.
4. They make coffee as soon as they get up every morning.
5. They love to shop!
As much as we crab about the high price of everything here, apparently, it's still way cheaper than Norway. So when they're here, they buy a new suitcase and hit all the outlet malls. It's so awesome! They also like sight-seeing and going to see live music and stuff, but it's mainly about the shopping. Wheeeeeeee!
I had another medical facial on Wednesday evening, my third. And my skin must be getting better because it was much less painful this time around. The only bad thing was the high-school-esque zit by my left eyebrow.
But the redness is definitely fading from my face! I'm wearing much less make-up now! Oh, don't get me wrong -- I'm still a total whore for eye make-up. I just don't have to wear as much foundation and concealer anymore. Tra la! Tra la!
Thursday, I was a hippie for a day. After putting out a box of clothes for Am Vets, I met Garrance and Sue at Starbucks. She had just been to see Dr. Hottie, I had an appointment in 45 minutes. Oh, how we loooooooooove to tag-team that poor man.
I used my Starbucks card to purchase an iced mocha. Yup, I'm Starbucks' bitch now. I'm a total fucking tool. I'm not proud, but I'm earning rewards points. Totally worth selling my soul for rewards points.
Sue and I had plans to go to a Concert In The Park on Friday night. The title of the concert was "Big Band," so we were thinking Brian Setzer Orchestra or some such frivolity. But apparently, Big Band means something different to the good people of Concert In The Park.
It was jazz, people. There were improvizational trumpet solos. ACK! In short, it was a nightmare. I was surrounded by Sue, Cyndi and half a dozen gay men, and it still wasn't fun. So we left. So much for our attempt to do something grown-up and cultural! We'll know better next time.
Yesterday, Barbie Joe and I went to Gigi's and looked at vintage Barbie crap for three hours, which really makes a person work up an appetite. So we went to Gale St. Inn and each indulged in a variation of BBQ pork. Joe had a full slab of the ribs, I had a pulled pork sandwich. We barely had to chew, it was so tender. Which was good because, after sifting through an entire bin of Barbie shoes and hats, I was too exhausted to chew.
I'm going to the folks' house this afternoon for Dad's birthday party. I got him two CDs -- Charro and bagpipe music. What? It's his fault for being so damn impossible to shop for! One year, I got him a bag made out of a bull scrotum.
Well, at least I'm bringing booze and two cakes -- Buttery White Cake with Fluffy Chocolate Frosting and a Chocolate Mint Angel Food Cake. He'll be drunk and hopped up on sugar when he opens his gift, which should lessen the blow.
I have so many blogs in my head! I'm making it a goal to get at least two of them typed up this week. Don't desert me! My flagrant neglect doesn't mean I don't love you!