You know that there is a serious problem when crack addicts are so broke that they can’t even afford a fanny pack to store their crack paraphenalia in. Admittedly, my ability to speak authoritatively on this is limited, but I would hypothesize that storing something like that “there” would hurt like hell.
I should have fun stories to share on Monday as my weekend is going to be full of adventures. The GF is out of town (again) so it’s another weekend on my own. I’ve scheduled a “cupcake crawl” with my friend S.Jo on Saturday – going from bakery to bakery sampling cupcakes from 5-6 of the most renowned* cupcakeries in the city**. Then I’m meeting up with my friend who runs a Chicago “foodie” website*** to go see a play at Steppenwolf and get dinner somewhere. I’m excited!
Sunday is opening night for the Theater Company’s fall season, so I get to go schmooze with all the important people and nosh on free appe-teasers. Woot!
I’ll try to bring along the camera so I can regale you with pictures of weekend adventures on Monday.
* You know, up until now I thought this was spelled “reknowned”. Thanks, auto-spellcheck! And here I had been making fun of the urinal screens in the men’s room all this time for no reason. Even more unusual, I apparently used to know how to spell it back in February, but had forgotten over the summer. Either that or dementia has started to kick in at the ripe old age of 31…
**Yes, including my favorite thus far – Southport Grocery! Woo!
*** Now available in the list of links!