This is a post intended for my future self. Everyone else should probably ignore this. It’s my unedited, stream-of-consciousness recall of the weekend.
Hey, I just had another great weekend! I want to write a little about it, not because this weekend was necessarily far better than any other weekend, but just because I want to remind myself of why I’m enjoying this summer so much. It’s piled full of things to do, and I haven’t spent a moment bored yet.
Friday night I went out to NEIU and hung out with a trumpet student there, Katie (and the only trumpet student at NEIU, apparently). We played a couple hours of duets, and I gotta say, I loved being back in a music building. Music people are cool–see, back in high school, I lived a high pressure, high stress, high isolation life. In college, music is what relaxed me. No, actually, it wasn’t the music. It was the atmosphere in the music building, where people weren’t stressed about their grades, or school, or anything but getting good at their instrument and (perhaps even more so) having fun in college. I was jealous of that approach to life, and it helped me relax. Anyhow, after a few hours of playing duets and chatting about trumpet, she had to go cause she was running with a friend… and I spent a while messaging an unnamed person who was worried about another unnamed person.
Saturday was our downtown Chicago trip. I woke up in the morning to a text from Korbi asking if I was down for a run. Of course I was, so we put a few miles in before heading downtown on the bus. After walking to the Food Truck Festival and seeing the very long lines, we visited Giordano’s and got Chicago-style deep dish pizza. Following that, we nearly went to the Field Museum, but then decided to hop on a train and go to Hyde Park, where Liam said there was a bookstore. Indeed, there was a bookstore. From the train station, we walked down a hip suburb street, passing smoothie stores and restaurants and nice houses. Eventually we reached the bookstore, which was several feet below street level. And a pretty bookstore it was. Little 3×5 cards adorned the shelves with staff recommendations, and both tables and shelves of various books were ordered across the little room. After perhaps twenty minutes perusing the shelves, Lauren said something that caused the clerk to say, “oh yes, through that little doorway next to the information desk there are four more rooms just like this one,” which of course was a shock to all of us! We then wandered through the rest of the store, and our already hard choice was made even harder. Finally we picked the books out that we wanted and left.
We discussed going to the CSO concert, but it was sold out (well, only two seats left and there were more than 2 of us downtown). We wandered around the UChicago campus, visited the Oriental Institute (early writing systems and Code of Hammurabi and things were there), and played frisbee. Finally we wandered back to the train station, where we argued about whether Stravinsky was a good composer or not–I argued that it didn’t come anywhere near to the CSO setlist, which included Verdi’s Anvil Chorus. (There was a free Firebird concert in Grant Park) We ended up listening to Stravinsky and Anvil Chorus at the train station, which caused some random lady to come up to us and tell us how great the CSO’s performance of Anvil Chorus Friday was. It was the ultimate “told-you-so” moment–a random person at the train station had said how amazing the CSO performance was and (while that’s not condemning Stravinsky), t’was pretty nice.
Okay let’s summarize the rest of the day quickly. Went to Ghirardelli’s for ice cream, missed the train after a frantic sprint, Trevor scared Korbi by sneaking up behind him, poking him in the side and saying “gimme all your money,” got kicked out of playing frisbee in front of 5/3 bank, went to the World’s Largest Block Party in front of St Patrick’s Church where we played frisbee and people joined in (despite the fact that it was a giant, hand waving, spotlights waving, rock concert) and one was enthusiastic about my UK shirt–said I should go to the Pony Bar where a bunch of Kentucky folk hang out… finally we walked back to Union Station, caught the train, and uber-ed back from the station. Of course, I got to end the night with a run back from the gate, so that was cool too.
Sunday (today) Jackie invited me to go to Starved Rock, so we went there, hiked around with her Husky named Alaska. Following that we went back to the house, dropped the dog, got dinner and ice cream (where, weirdly enough, her mom and sis showed up too), where a magician did a number of magic tricks for us. We then wandered around Michaels and Target before heading back to Argonne, where we wandered around Waterfall Glen before parting ways. I’m hoping to get some laundry and dinner in tonight, but who knows what I’ll actually do. I’m getting sleepy. Tomorrow night I’ll be skipping jazz rehearsal to hang out with Rachel, Daniel, mom and dad! Should be fun–can’t wait! Oh and of course there’s frisbee tomorrow too!
Lovin’ this summer. Peace.