In the past few days, a lot has happened. Thursday night, I went out for my friend's "unofficial" bday. We ended up at some lame bar on Rush/Division where they supposedly had midget wrestling, but it was basically midgets being degraded. My friend is moving to Nashville and that night was the last I thought I'd see her. Thankfully, it wasn't. I'm really struggling with all my friends leaving. This friend officially moved to Nashville today and I don't know when or if I'll ever see her again. With her being gone, it's leaving a huge void in my life. She was one of my best friend's here and brought a certain energy and fun to my life. I know I can get on a plane and go down and visit her, but it's never going to be the same again. Ever. When people move away, you can never recapture what you had together. And it's like you say you'll keep and touch and visit and shit, but that never really happens. You just have to let them go and hope one day you'll see them again, even if it's ten years from now. Because no matter what, life simply goes on. In a few weeks, my other best friend is moving to NZ which will be even harder because there's no way I'll ever be able to afford to fly to NZ. I don't believe in goodbyes, but I do believe in sayonara which translates into "till we meet again." That sounds better than goodbye.
Friday at work, they asked me to stay on for a couple of more days to finish a project. I suppose it's good because I need the money but at the same time, I'm sick of working a 9-5. I'm going to look into other options because I'm just not cut out for the 9-5 grind. I worked a Time Out event on Saturday and made some money. Of course I had to get up at 7am and work till 5pm, so I was pretty wiped out. I did get a free pair of Converse shoes out of the deal. This has been a summer of free shoes. I've been desperately wanting a pair of Converse so I'm excited I own a pair now. I have come full-circle in my hipster status. Saturday night, I was supposed to go to a party, but the boyfriend and I just stayed in and drank. We seem to do this a lot as we're both too lazy to go out sometimes.
Sunday was the best day of the week because I went sailing! I had never been and always wanted to go. My friend's parents have a sailboat up near the WI border, so the boyfriend and some friends and I drove up there and sailed for about 3 hours. It was amazing. My friend's parents brought their Westie with them complete with dog life vest and "Doggles"--yes, they make goggles for dogs. It was a perfect day and so relaxing. The only rule was we weren't allowed to drink on board, which makes sense. I definitely want to go sailing again sometime. Then, right after sailing, we had to drive back and make the My Open Bar dinner. The head guy in NYC was in town and was taking us all out for dinner at a great pizza place. Despite being exhausted from the sailing journey, I couldn't stop. At the dinner, my editor (the one who's moving to NZ) asked who wants to take over her position when she moves in Oct. No one seems to want the job. It does pay decently so I'm considering it, but on some level, I don't know if I really want the responsibility. I'll have to think about it. As we were leaving the place, I ran into an ex-lover, someone I haven't talked to in months. It was a very awkward exchange. My friends even commented on how awkward it was. None of my friends like this person, either. I guess with a city of over 3 million people, you're bound to run into an ex-lover. I knew it was eventually going to happen. I realized seeing him, I made the right decision to cut him out of my life. I've moved on big time.
After the dinner, we ended up crashing some random party. The people there were really nice and accommodating. After that, we went to another party down the street. As my friend pointed out, DINKs lived there (double income, no kids) because the place was immaculate with an awesome rooftop view but the decorating was sort of sterile. I was sitting there at the party with the boyfriend and my friends and looking at the skyline just thinking about life and how fast it moves and where exactly it's going. As my friends pointed out, Sunday was a perfect Chicago day. Sometimes I think how can anyone leave Chicago when the city is so full of surprises? The summers here are incredible and the winters harsh, but what other city can you go sailing in the daytime and then party on a rooftop? Okay, probably a lot of cities, but not with friendly Midwesterners. And then after I got home, I got my nightly phone call from my friend. He calls me all the time asking if there's anything going on for the night, but usually waits until like 1-2am to phone when I'm pretty much ready for bed. The problem may be I'm so tired by 2am I just have to go to bed. I can't stay out late anymore. Or maybe he needs to be less of an after party person. Anyway, I'm frustrated we haven't been able to hang out, but hopefully this week it'll happen.
So, I'm officially moved into the new place. So far I like it despite it having no laundry facilities, no AC and the fact I can't figure out how to inflate the air mattress my roomie gave me. I've been sleeping on the couch the past couple of nights. My roomie's brother informed me he has a key and sometimes will randomly crash at the place. Great. I don't want some dude just coming over in the middle of the night. My roommate is apparently never around according to all the expired food in the fridge. I kinda hope he isn't around a lot so the boyfriend and I can just continue chilling alone. And since the boyfriend's Metra stop for work is pretty close to where I live, I'm hoping he'll just "move-in" for a while. A few of my girlfriends have been bitching about guys lately, but for once I feel like I have nothing to bitch about. I'm in a good place with the boyfriend, but I constantly worry about it falling apart or me sabotaging the relationship. He already thinks I'm nutty and angry and of course we discuss all the time how I'm just going to stab him. What's a relationship without a bit of violence? I did threaten my ex-boyfriend with broken glass once and he hasn't let me forget it since.
I can't believe it's already Sept. Exactly 2 weeks from today, I'll be 31. Goddamn. I don't want to be that old. Thankfully I don't look it. It's going to be another busy week. Tomorrow night My Open Bar is throwing a free Drambuie event for three hours. I think it'll be alright (and if you live in the Chicago area, RSVP and come). Some point this week, I'm probably having dinner with the boyfriend's parents. I have to find another job, work on sending out writing pitches,b buy a domain name so my friend can design a website for me, get car insurance and new tags for my car, organize my new room, write a script to send to my cousin, etc, etc. The amount of stuff I have to do never ends.
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