Sup squad! Who’s ready for Monday?
I had a totally different post prepared for today – I was convinced you would all be moved by the deep thoughts I had last night about healthy living and the blog world in general. But then, after typing it all out, I thought about the posts I like reading on Monday mornings when I’m slumped over my computer screen, coffee in hand, brain barely ready to function through another week. And on Monday morning I’m not in the mood to be moved.
I realized that even though I don’t know most of you IRL (that’s IN REAL LIFE, Mom and Dad), I love hearing about your weekends. This little corner of the blogger world is like our own water cooler. And these blogs are basically our jobs (let’s be real — we all kinda want them to be). So written accounts of the weekend are just as important as gossip by the water cooler on Monday mornings.
See? Here’s our water cooler:
Now, let’s talk.
I started the weekend on Thursday night having dinner with an old friend I studied abroad with.
We reminisced about stories that truly seemed like a lifetime ago, but at the same time felt like yesterday. The days where I passed the Eiffel Tower on my runs…when I got a sunburn that lasted weeks after falling asleep one afternoon in the Luxembourg Gardens between class…when I had a chocolate macaron from Pierre Herme at least twice a week for four months…when a flight from Paris to Rome cost $15. Days when conversations like this were casual:
Anyway, we reminisced and caught up on life while I ate the best salad I’ve had in a long time. And by long time, I mean since October (since you all know I don’t do salads in the winter).
I then spent the rest of my weekend mourning the fact that one of my closest Chicago friends, Kelsey, is moving to Denver this week. I have never known someone for such a short amount of time who’s had such a strong impact on my life. Kelsey is one of the most beautiful people I have ever met — you could ask her to drive you to New York City for a piece of pizza and she’d say “Ok! When?” She would give you the shirt off her back if you asked for it. She took me under her wing the past six months and helped me adjust to my new job and new life in Chicago, so to say I’m sad to see her go is an understatement. So we did what any self-respecting group of women in their mid-20s and 30s would do: we drowned our sorrows in a fishbowl (#college)
Luckily she doesn’t leave until Thursday so I plan on kidnapping the crap out of her the next few days and squeezing in as much time as possible until I see her next (there have been talks of NYE 2016 in Denver so there’s a plus!)
And finally, I went to Trader Joe’s because my grocery supply was sadder than Leo’s Oscar count
I went in with a list and was determined to stick to it like an adult.
And then the cute sample guy asked if I wanted to try some expensive, fancy-pants cheese. So I did. And then I bought it.
Putting that in the win column — you can never have too many blocks of fancy cheese in your fridge! Right?! …..Right?
- Mondays: can you handle the serious posts or is it all about the water-cooler talk?
- Best fancy-pants cheese you’ve ever had (and how soon can you send me some?