Chicago!

Has someone already written a book praising Craigslist? If no one has, I may.

Craigslist has led me to a few of my jobs over the years, but in more recent times, it has brought me to a great apartment and great roommate. I love our apartment. We have hardwood floors, and darker wood windows and doors. We have a pantry. The light is great, and our street has bricks and trees, not uncommon in Chicago, I know, but still, it is much appreciated. I am still waiting on a lot of my goods to arrive on Tuesday and Wednesday, but I have the basics already, and my room is coming along. Lauren, roommate, and I have been hanging out quite a bit since my arrival. We've gone to a few bars in our neighborhood. One was kind of DA's like, one made me think I was at an outdoor tented wedding, except all the guests besides us and my soon to be in in Paris friend Amanda, were cute boys playing cards, and the bride and groom were nowhere to be found. We had sandwiches yesterday at a place called Jerry's which was quite yummy and then took a long walk up Western Ave. to get to the movies and Target. Pineapple Express was a big waste of time. Fun for them to make, I imagine. Cinematic masturbation, I shall call it. Bob read me a review for it a few weeks ago that said, "Like a stoner, this movie does not live up to your expectations." Many a stoner has made me happier than this film.

I've been walking a lot and hanging out at the coffee shop where my roommate works to use the Internet. She makes me iced Americanos, and today I had my first non-Uncommon bagel in I don't know how long.

On Thursday night, I went to the Art Institute alone and had a lovely time. There was one new wing/area that was not there last time I went and I spent the most time there. Collecting for Chicago it was called and they had some cool works by Crumb and Warhol and it smelled like paint and sheetrock. I really like those smells. I also really liked being at the Art Institute and hearing so many French tourists. I would stand by paintings not so much to look at them, but to hear what the Frenchies had to say and to see if I could understand them. After that, I walked through Millennium Park and skirted around the jazz fest that was going on. I think I will return there on Wednesday for the free Andrew Bird show. I then walked up Mich Ave to the Chicago bus that took me to an apartment where I purchased a nightstand (CL find!) and then stopped at our neighborhood Dominick's on my way home. I'm still confused every time I see wine and liquor in the grocery aisles, but I'm not complaining.

I'm not really sure what I want to do the rest of today/tonight. I kind of wanted to go see Don Cab, but am over that idea since the band has drastically changed since the days when I used to listen to them more. My friend Maggie is going to see some DJ and that could be fun. Also, I could stay home and enjoy the apartment and be perfectly content. When you are unemployed, Friday is Tuesday is Monday is Thursday. Schwhatevs. We'll see.

But speaking of (un)employment, I am making some baby steps. I have a few meetings, not interviews, but potentially fruitful meetings next week. I'll keep you posted in a post less ADD, rambly than this one. I hadn't blogged in awhile; there was a lot on my mind.

I'm going outside now.