You know that feeling of swearing you have never been more tired in your life? That’s me right now. The most tired I have ever been, I’m convinced of it. I know this only because my head keeps bopping mid email sending. I apologize in advance if I sent you an email within the past twenty minutes and there are several areas of aisudiasudaisudausdaiusda or something of that nature. I blame the following content of today’s post on why I am so freaking exhausted.
Girls weekend in Chicago. Let’s go through these events shall we?
Friday night we loaded up, hit up Chick-fil-A like a bunch of girls who are concerned about looking skinny in their dresses all weekend would (or wouldn’t), and then made our way to the big city for what was supposed to be a “low key night”. If I have learned one lesson in my young life, it is this–when you are planning on a low key night, you get a very high key night. I think from now on I am declaring every evening to be “low key”. To keep things tame, we decided we weren’t going to go “out out” but rather to the hotel’s rooftop indoor/outdoor bar (we stayed at
The Dana Hotel and Spa if you are interested in hitting up Chi-town anytime soon) soon after arriving.
Well it turns out that when you travel in packs of 6 girls, drinks just started getting handed to you. For all of you girls on a budget, take note. Our low key night quickly turned into learning how to twerk at 3 am or something of this sort. I should use the term learning how to twerk loosely. My twerking resembles this..
Except I’m not kidding.
Long story short, Saturday morning rolled around and I quickly decided within minutes of waking up I needed bacon and cheese stat in my bed. This was the point in time that I lost all shame I’ve ever had and paid $25 for a bacon and cheese bagel delivered via room service. WHY? WHO? HOW? I still have so many questions on how that is legal. Here is another note to take ladies–don’t think you will impress your husband by admitting to paying $25 for a breakfast sandwich. His face will get red and his words will become mumbled.
The rest of the day was spent at the Spa getting a facial, massage, manicure, and pedicure. Again, go big or go home. Proven by Friday’s turn of events Chicago seemed fun so I opted not to go home. I may or may not have drooled all over the floor during my massage. After a dose of chili and cheese fries, we were ready to roll Saturday night.
Saturday evening consisted of G-Rizzles at my alma mater RPM Italian. You see, when you didn’t attend college you have to deem other places your alma mater. RPM is mine.
From there we did the whole dinner thing and then wound up at
Studio Paris for another dance infested evening. You know those times when loud music is blaring, strobe lights are going, sparklers are going off all around you, you are moving your booty at the rate of 285 BPM, and you swear life couldn’t get any better in that moment? Yeah, that. All night.
Bacon and cheese bagel number two on Sunday and back to Indiana we went.
So yes, it was a great weekend all and all. I will now resume back to my normal couch laying position for the remainder of forever. Or at least until Friday.
Founder and creator of LIY, Erin turned her dream of a hobby blog into a full-time career which she now runs alongside the LIY team! When not in front of her computer screen [with a La Croix or wine in hand] or in front of a mirror taking mirror selfies, you can find Erin spending time on the water, cuddled up with her two pups and husband most likely watching the latest Shark Tank episode, or getting lost in an easy beach read.
