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Sunday Night Ritual

Regardless of what Will and I do (or don’t do, we are champion relaxers) all our weekends end the same way – at our local bar, The Green Lady, with Melani, our favorite bartender.

TheGreenLady

It’s our Cheers.

Those of you who know me well know I’ve been saying, “It’s our Cheers!” since I moved to the city and first went to a bar more than twice. I never even watched Cheers, but I was obsessed with the idea of a bar where every body knew my name.

When I first moved to Roscoe Village (a neighborhood in Chicago, for those not familiar with my hometown), there was a bar nearby that never seemed to be open. There was a sign proclaiming that the establishment was closed that evening hanging in the window for several months.

Last year, Melani moved into the space. Will and I became regulars due to their fantastic beer selection (we are homebrewing beer snobs, what of it?). This past April, I celebrated my thirtieth birthday at Green Lady. Since then, we go every week.

It’s nice to have a Sunday night ritual. We sit at the bar, chat with Melani and each other, and sip several different beers. It’s a nice way to wrap up the weekend and get ready for the upcoming week.

Homey-Moon

Holy moly, the wedding was amazing. Start to finish.

We woke up to beautiful sunshine. I spent the first half of the day cocooned in my suite at the Palmer House Hilton with my ladies and our hair and make-up people. Will and I saw each other in a special, private moment around 3:30, and formal group pictures went with impressive speed and efficiency. The ceremony was magical. The food was fantastic. The dancing was so much fun.

My wedding was so perfect. I’m so lucky to be surrounded by people who put such effort into helping me make this day so special.

Here’s a picture of my entire wedding party. More pictures to come, of course.

wedding party

Will and I are at home for the next few days doing absolutely nothing. It’s a “homey-moon,” if you will. Our actual honeymoon will come next April, after tax season.

There are more details I will have to share (like assembling the crafty guestbook, showcasing the flowers my mom and sister made, the formal pictures, etc), but those will come later, after some rest.

Oh, and remember those HB Stamps I had? One now lives in Sweden. Oy, I meant to share that one with y’all a while ago.

(Finally, and as you read this, I will be at the salon cutting all my hair off. Huzzah!)

A Walk in Oak Park

On Sunday, Will and I were in Oak Park to have brunch with his boss and coworkers. After some of the best sausage I’ve ever had, we went on a walk through the neighborhood.

Frank Lloyd Wright Home 5

I knew Oak Park was full of Frank Lloyd Wright treasures (my family visited when I was 15 or so, but, at the time, I was too cool to pay attention to what we were doing), but Sunday caught me without a “real” camera. I was stuck snapping pictures with my phone and trying to capture everything.

Frank Lloyd Wright Home 2

We were very close to the Frank Lloyd Wright Home and Studio, from which the standard and self-guided tours originate, so the sidewalks were full of other people taking in the architecture.

Frank Lloyd Wright House 3

Joining us on the walk were Will’s boss’s two collies. One was a short-hair – a variety I didn’t previously know existed. I admit, I thought he was a “normal collie” who’d had his fur buzzed off for the Summer. That dog drew comments from everyone we passed – the best from a small boy who turned to his parents to announce, “That dog is pretending to be a wolf!”

Frank Lloyd Wright Home 4

I kept telling Will I was sad to not have my “real” camera with me as I scampered to keep up with the group. Many of the homes – like the one above – had so many details my phone couldn’t really capture. I’ll have to come back for a more-thorough tour.

(Also, we were so close to the Unity Temple – an item on my Chicago List - so we clearly will be making a return visit.)

Organized Exploring

I’m a list-maker in general. It’s the best way for me to get things done. It’s part visual, part joy-of-crossing-things-off.

I also love Chicago. And blogging!

Behold, my Chicago List. I made a list of the things I’m always talking about doing here in the city. When I do them, I will write about the experience. Win, win, win!

I’ve added a new button to the right of the page here to link to that lovely list. The original photograph was of people crossing Michigan Avenue in 1951. I adore older pictures of Chicago. It’s fun to watch the city I know come into existence (“Look, there’s the Wrigley building! There’s a Nordstroms over there now!”). I eat it up.

Further Chicago suggestions welcome. Also, co-conspirators.

Living Without a Car

Will and I are car-less. I haven’t owned a car since 2005 when I handed over my Ford Taurus (the first and only car ever in my name) to my parents.

I live in Chicago, so this isn’t all that remarkable to me (or many people I deal with on a day-to-day basis), but, in America at large, Will and I are odd ducks.

Let’s address some of the common questions people have when they hear I don’t own a vehicle.

How do I get groceries?

Seriously, this is the most-common question I get about my car-lessness. Peopod, people. They deliver. Heck, everyone delivers (and usually for free!). Also, I walk to Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s – both very close – and pick up items needed for that night’s meal.

How do I visit my parents?

Both Will and I have parents who live in the suburbs of Chicago. When we head out to see them, we rent a car by the hour through IGo, a car-sharing service. It’s cheap (-er than owning a car), green, and convenient. The car we use most is stored a few blocks from our condo. We don’t pay for insurance or gas directly (both are included in our membership fee) and we’ve never had an issue getting a car when we need it. Even on Thanksgiving.

How do I go on trips?

Just last weekend Will and I went to North Central Iowa for a wedding. For that – and all trips outside the Chicagoland area – we rent a car through Enterprise. Why Enterprise? They are close to us. Also, they used to have a guy who worked there named Brian Butler and that is almost my Dad’s name, so that was amusing.

IGo cars are meant for smaller trips, so that option isn’t ideal for out-of-state forays. For big, overnight ventures, a “standard” car rental is needed. Sure, this costs money, but far less than owning/maintaining/insuring a car on our own. I believe we’ve rented from Enterprise twice since 2010 (both for out-of-town weddings, by the way).

Additional benefits:

We rent out our parking spot, so yay, money, and we get to feel vaguely green and smug.

(Just kidding about the smugness.)

Obviously, not everyone can get rid of their car. It would be completely impossible in most smaller towns and incredibly difficult in most suburbs. Everywhere I go on a daily basis is either walking distance or accessible via Chicago’s public transportation. This is really not a sacrifice, more of a common bonus to city-living.

Fun Sidenote #1: I rarely drive. Whenever Will and I are in the car together, he’s driving and I’m providing commentary, directions, and general liveliness. I had to rent a car in Houston in 2011 and it was the first time I’d been behind the wheel since 2008. Danger zone. My coworker eventually took over and I resumed my preferred position in the passenger seat.

Fun Sidenote #2: My Dad lives in the suburbs and he and my Mom share one car. She takes it to work everyday and my Dad takes care of all his business on foot. Go, Dad!

Love the Place You Live: Rooftop Deck

Today, I’m once again participating in Love the Place You Live on Design Mom. I love the idea behind this series and reading what other bloggers have to say about their hometowns/homes-away-from-home!

One of my favorite things about my condo building is the rooftop deck.

The first thing you notice as you come around the corner from the stairway is the view of the city skyline:

Oy, I love this city.

Here’s the easterly view:

There’s an area with a couple raised beds where people grow tomatoes and peppers in the summer. Someone grew mint last year and it smelled heavenly.

In the larger part of the deck, there is plenty of seating, including a little cafe table if you want to come up here with a bottle of wine and your favorite oenophile (très romantique).

Here’s our old water tower (no longer an actual source of water storage):

There are two important things going on here upon our lovely water tower:

1. Notice the lovely pencil artwork? Our building is an old, converted pencil factory. While they painted standard #2s here (most likely because that yellow color is quite distintive) the building actually made mechanical pencils. This factory had the sole contract to provide pencils to the US Army during World War II, so there’s a bit of local flavor for you.

2. Notice the cell tower/receptor things? The water tower is the tallest thing going in this part of Chicago, so the building rents out space to the various cell phone companies. This both assures I have fantastic coverage in the building and means we have low(ish) condo assessments because the rent goes to our condo association.

[Side Story: I took these pictures during our unseasonably warm St Patrick's Day this past weekend and, while shooting, had to tell two guys to stop climbing up the side of the water tower. Yes, there's a fence around the water tower to prevent antics like this. Yes, I'm that girl who will call you out on fence-jumping and other potentially risky behavior. You're welcome.]

This is the view north from our building. As I’m not a fence-jumper, it’s mostly of the roof. However, look at that clock tower in the distance. That’s about a block south of where Will and I are getting married in six-point-five months.

Fat Tuesday: Nudity and some Great Suggestions

On Saturday, my lovely friend Renita and I spent the afternoon at a local spa getting massages. The whole thing was set up by her ever-thoughtful husband as a Christmas present (how perfect is that? – not just a massage but a day of relaxation with your ladyfriends?). Anyway, we went to Thousand Waves, a spa that lets you arrive an hour early to use the sauna, steam room and hot tub.

Naked.

{A fantastic advertisement by The Body Shop}

Yep. The ladies using these facilities are naked. Generally. I mean, you can wear a swim suit if you want, no judgements, but the majority of the women relaxing in the hot tub are au naturale.

…and it’s kind of amazing. There is something so empowering about being around a bunch of naked ladies. Yes, I just said that. Women are walking around the spa – shoulders back, standing tall – naked. Women of all sizes – no one was hiding, no one was ashamed. In fact, it’s kind of hard to be self conscious when surrounded by proud naked women.

Now, I know that being comfortable being naked in front of other ladies is not a direct proxy for being comfortable with ones body. However, these ladies clearly were comfortable, and it was fabulous. We should all have a little more naked pride time in our lives.

Also, read this. I read a lot of “love your body” posts but this one may be my favorite.

Pear Jam

A week ago, my sister and I made pear jam* with Dabble. If you haven’t checked out Dabble in your city, do so. They offer all kinds of quick, fun classes in a variety of subjects for just $20. Yeah, no one paid me to say that, I just loved it that much.

Above: how jam is made. There are pears, they are chopped and cooked, wine is drunk, and jam is put in pretty jars. Yes, that brown stuff is wine. It’s “Chocovine” from the fine vintners at Wal-greens. Delish.

*Every time I type “pear jam” something in my head wants to type “pearl jam” and I was never really even into Pearl Jam. Oddities.

Guest Post: The Groom is Not a Prop

My name is Earl Reyes and I love to bequeath advice, especially when it’s not welcome. Hence my becoming a lawyer and my determination to make guest blog posts on topics for which I have marginal knowledge. 

I like to think I can be a movie screen writer. A movie where Paul Rudd/Marc Ruffalo/Jason Bateman is getting married to Reese Witherspoon/Katherine Heigl/Kate Hudson, but the planning gets marred by various hijinks involving the groom’s stoner goofball friend played by Jack Black/Seth Rogen/Zach Galifianakis and her single uptight friend  played by Judy Greer/Rebecca Hall/Rosario Dawson. My script obviously lacks a bit of originality. Perhaps I could work in zombies, vampires, or some ultra-violent Tarantino-esque gun fight. Or maybe I could have the groom be involved in part of the wedding planning.

This shocking proposition was something that I experienced. Moreover, my involvement made me feel less of a wedding prop. I was a wedding prop with influence. Despite what you see on TV and Movies, weddings are more than the afterthought of a Bachelor Party for us grooms. The man wants involvement too! We will not be as meticulous with the details as you, but we will state our cases why we should not have Hello Kitty ice sculptures as center pieces. We won’t know the difference between ganache or buttercream frosting, but we will tell you whether it tastes like shellac or not.

First, don’t be upset when we respond, “Oh, whatever you think is best,” “Whatever works,” “I don’t know, isn’t this why you have a GIANT stack of Bride magazines?” These responses are not necessarily out of lack of interest or hesitancy in having a wedding. There are going to be some details that actually don’t matter to us or we have absolutely no knowledge about. Asking us whether succulents or calla lilies should accompany the peonies is going to get you a blank stare. The utility of the cake is not a decoration, but a sweet dessert. Invite us to the tasting because we want to give input on, you know, the taste. We’re not going to give input on the cake’s shape, height, or number of jeweled edible beads. Yes, we want you to have a nice looking bouquet and cake. However, please don’t expect the groom to fret over the minutiae.

Second, give us a few tasks and trust us to get it done. Moreover give us tasks during both the planning and on the actual wedding day. During the planning stage, my wife put me in charge of finding musicians during the pre-reception, the limousine service, tuxedos for the men, and I was responsible for getting a set list (including our first dance song) prepared for the DJ. My wife never over-zealously bugged me about any of these tasks, she trusted I could get it done. The day of the wedding, I was in charge of distributing the checks to all the various vendors as well as over seeing other final management duties (more on that later). Therefore, my wife could focus on getting her nails, make-up, hair and eight hundred other tasks complete.

Third, give the groom’s mom something to do. It’s a special day for her. All those years of teaching her son manners, etiquette and chivalry have finally paid off. She doesn’t want to be left out and feel like a 3rd wheel. My mom helped my wife prepare all of the invitations and stuff the envelopes. It was nice bonding time for them both. Further, it allowed my mom to review the names and addresses of my side’s guest list. A second set of eyes never hurts.

I’m going to digress and briefly write about World War II. The Allied invasion of Normandy, was a masterly executed military battle that took months of planning for General Dwight Eisenhower and all the other Generals of the Allied forces. Once the battle had begun on D-Day, General Eisenhower had minimal input on the execution of the process at the field level, especially during the first days. He trusted the junior officers on the field to make the right decisions. They had a shared set of goals, but the little things were decided upon then and there at the lowest levels. Contrary to that, the Nazi Army couldn’t move an inch without approval of the top Generals hundreds of miles away in Berlin. Thus, the Nazis were slow to react and couldn’t quickly adjust to the advancing Allied forces.

Your wedding day should be executed like an Eisenhower battle plan. You have completed months of strategy, and now it is time to let go. Let the day take care of itself so that you can take care of yourself. Management should be at a minimum, and let others (like your groom or mother-in-law) make a final call on some of the last minute decisions. My wife would have not been able to enjoy her day if she was barking orders and, thanks to her thorough preparations, my barking was kept to a bare minimum.

So the moral of the story is: With the proper planning you can have a stress-free wedding with Paul Rudd/Marc Ruffalo/Jason Bateman and defeat an army of Nazis.