nothing cures a little bit of home sickeness like a chicago movie full of familiar fights
[monday] 06 05 06 ... we're all going to hell
If I were going to be anywhere near Hell, Michigan on 666, i'd sure as hell go there.
Yesterday was definitely the first time i was feeling homesick for my friends, and for Chicago. I think it started when that dumb woman at H & M yelled at me, which made me think how rushed and miserable some manhattaners are, even if they don’t know it. It also didn’t help that everyone back home was at the cubs v. Cardinal game in St. Louis. I really wanted to be there. After all, I’m sure Evan and Lisa didn’t have nearly as much fun without anyone to rub in their win to. And I definitely didn’t have as much fun checking the score and recent plays on the flash gameday viewer at chicagocubs.com. it is an amazing tool for baseball fans—if you’re sitting in the office. On a Saturday or Sunday afternoon when you have nothing of much importance to do, you don’t want to be starting at a browser frame on your laptop that updates after every place (even if it does get down to the location of the pitch), you want to be somewhere with other baseball fans, drinking beers and talking shit.
So after an afternoon in soho — I found an amazing Chinese restaurant with great food and big portions for really cheap — I headed for Brooklyn (park slope to be exact) to check out Emily’s new place and see the breakup. And let me say, Vince Vaughn didn’t cut corners when attempting to portray a real breakup. I’ve definitely said, almost verbatim, some of the things Jennifer Aniston’s character said to Vaughn’s character. First comes to mind “I want you to want to do the dishes.” My god. Second is something to the effect of “you said you don’t like getting flowers. Flowers are a waste of money.” Yeah, I’m still suffering the ramifications of that one. The “get away from me. Don’t fucking touch me” while crying is also a familiar place to be. Lucky for me, my real-life romance didn’t turn out the same way as the films. Although the plot might not have been great and there really wasn’t much drama/romances, props for the first “romantic comedy” I’ve seen to actually talk, behave and respond like real people. Really, the film does an amazing job of replicating going through a breakup …
… but anyway, the film was also good because it gave me a little dose of Chicago: Wrigley field, The Weiner Circle, architecture tours down the Chicago River (Oh Ms. Kobi with the overhead-marker-all-over-her-face. She was a good woman.). I was happy walking out of the theater.
Emily’s place was so cute. She lives in a neighborhood called Park Slope, which according to some native Brooklyners I’ve talked to is essentially Manhattan (it’s about 4 or 5 subway stops in), but I like it because there’s not a gajillion people everywhere you go, and, most importantly, there are neighborhoods. I’ve realized how much I like living in a neighborhood where I know my neighbors and am surrounded by good people. Yeah, I really like the city, and I’m really enjoying it, but I think I’d rather live in Brooklyn than Manhattan when (if) I move out here. I love the old brownstones lined up neatly in a row, flush parallel with the sidewalk but look up and the staggering rooftops and alternating shapes give each block it’s own individual look. The sidewalks are wide and kids play baseball in the street using closed aluminum auto shop doors as backstops.
See, that’s what Chicago is to me—neighborhoods, family, friends—which is probably 1) Why I’m in love with Brooklyn 2) Why being there cured my homesickeness.
When I got out of the subway in Brooklyn, the first thing I saw was an old man, probably Polish, in a fedora and waist high, ankle-length blue polyester slacks. He smiled at me, commented on the beautiful weather that had come out after the rain. I smiled back and agreed, which I guess opened myself up to his jokes about how everyone but himself had a cell phone. “You don’t need ‘em. I’m older than the subway and I don’t need one” … you know, typical old man “When I was your age” jokes.
Work today was amazing once again. I received my first writing assignment and although it’s just a Q&A, I’m getting a bylined piece on my first day! The editor I’m working with is amazing. She’s the head science editor, a cute dresser, very confident with a fun yet no-nonsense attitude. She’s basically a badass woman. I’m so excited to work under someone who’s been very successful in a male-centric world without compromising her femininity. (Of course, if she had wanted to not be feminine at all, that’d be fine too.) Although I don’t get to raid the beauty and fashion closets daily—a friend of mine took home three bathing suits today—the experience I’m getting is amazing!
Once again, I stayed up much longer than I wanted to. Time to go to sleep.
If I were going to be anywhere near Hell, Michigan on 666, i'd sure as hell go there.
Yesterday was definitely the first time i was feeling homesick for my friends, and for Chicago. I think it started when that dumb woman at H & M yelled at me, which made me think how rushed and miserable some manhattaners are, even if they don’t know it. It also didn’t help that everyone back home was at the cubs v. Cardinal game in St. Louis. I really wanted to be there. After all, I’m sure Evan and Lisa didn’t have nearly as much fun without anyone to rub in their win to. And I definitely didn’t have as much fun checking the score and recent plays on the flash gameday viewer at chicagocubs.com. it is an amazing tool for baseball fans—if you’re sitting in the office. On a Saturday or Sunday afternoon when you have nothing of much importance to do, you don’t want to be starting at a browser frame on your laptop that updates after every place (even if it does get down to the location of the pitch), you want to be somewhere with other baseball fans, drinking beers and talking shit.
So after an afternoon in soho — I found an amazing Chinese restaurant with great food and big portions for really cheap — I headed for Brooklyn (park slope to be exact) to check out Emily’s new place and see the breakup. And let me say, Vince Vaughn didn’t cut corners when attempting to portray a real breakup. I’ve definitely said, almost verbatim, some of the things Jennifer Aniston’s character said to Vaughn’s character. First comes to mind “I want you to want to do the dishes.” My god. Second is something to the effect of “you said you don’t like getting flowers. Flowers are a waste of money.” Yeah, I’m still suffering the ramifications of that one. The “get away from me. Don’t fucking touch me” while crying is also a familiar place to be. Lucky for me, my real-life romance didn’t turn out the same way as the films. Although the plot might not have been great and there really wasn’t much drama/romances, props for the first “romantic comedy” I’ve seen to actually talk, behave and respond like real people. Really, the film does an amazing job of replicating going through a breakup …
… but anyway, the film was also good because it gave me a little dose of Chicago: Wrigley field, The Weiner Circle, architecture tours down the Chicago River (Oh Ms. Kobi with the overhead-marker-all-over-her-face. She was a good woman.). I was happy walking out of the theater.
Emily’s place was so cute. She lives in a neighborhood called Park Slope, which according to some native Brooklyners I’ve talked to is essentially Manhattan (it’s about 4 or 5 subway stops in), but I like it because there’s not a gajillion people everywhere you go, and, most importantly, there are neighborhoods. I’ve realized how much I like living in a neighborhood where I know my neighbors and am surrounded by good people. Yeah, I really like the city, and I’m really enjoying it, but I think I’d rather live in Brooklyn than Manhattan when (if) I move out here. I love the old brownstones lined up neatly in a row, flush parallel with the sidewalk but look up and the staggering rooftops and alternating shapes give each block it’s own individual look. The sidewalks are wide and kids play baseball in the street using closed aluminum auto shop doors as backstops.
See, that’s what Chicago is to me—neighborhoods, family, friends—which is probably 1) Why I’m in love with Brooklyn 2) Why being there cured my homesickeness.
When I got out of the subway in Brooklyn, the first thing I saw was an old man, probably Polish, in a fedora and waist high, ankle-length blue polyester slacks. He smiled at me, commented on the beautiful weather that had come out after the rain. I smiled back and agreed, which I guess opened myself up to his jokes about how everyone but himself had a cell phone. “You don’t need ‘em. I’m older than the subway and I don’t need one” … you know, typical old man “When I was your age” jokes.
Work today was amazing once again. I received my first writing assignment and although it’s just a Q&A, I’m getting a bylined piece on my first day! The editor I’m working with is amazing. She’s the head science editor, a cute dresser, very confident with a fun yet no-nonsense attitude. She’s basically a badass woman. I’m so excited to work under someone who’s been very successful in a male-centric world without compromising her femininity. (Of course, if she had wanted to not be feminine at all, that’d be fine too.) Although I don’t get to raid the beauty and fashion closets daily—a friend of mine took home three bathing suits today—the experience I’m getting is amazing!
Once again, I stayed up much longer than I wanted to. Time to go to sleep.
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