Pete and I have been keeping a pretty hectic pace since moving to Chicago, trying to new restaurants, walking around and exploring, visiting with friends and family, and loving it! Still there is something about a lost lazy weekend that really makes a place feel like home.
Pete and I took refuge at the W Chicago (very pet-friendly hotel FYI)
on Friday night because the gas has been off at the bachelor pad since Wednesday, we were in desperate need of a proper shower.
Me and Bella enjoying an afternoon cocktail at the W Lakeshore Drive.
After meeting up with our new architect we went back to the bachelor pad, now known as the hell hole, to find two of my new favorite people in the world (here to forth they will be referred to as Bwyan Noodle and A.Peach) had let themselves in and had already started the party!
Now this might seem egregiously forward to some, and could also be seen as criminal trespassing, but for me it is a sure sign of true friendship, and a real taste of home in this new city!
The rest of the weekend is sort of a blur, all I know for sure is that quite a number of libations were consumed, there was a lot of laughter, and after approximately 36 hours together and an exhilarating ride in a maroon Impala, I think we all felt like family.
I am sure the French have some beautiful, succinct phrase to describe the joy of this sort of weekend, smug bastards that they are, but for the rest of us these days defy explanation. They end up amounting to a sort of inside joke that bores anyone else to tears when you try to tell it, which is kind of unfortunate when you are trying to become a prolific blogger...but on the other hand, there is nothing like being in on the joke to make you feel like you belong!
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