Happy Monday to all! Thank goodness this week is Thanksgiving because I need a few days off, big time. I know, I know, the week just started, but with today being a kick in the ass type of work day and my moving day getting dangerously close, I am already in need of a mental break.
Today was one of those days where everything seemed to be working against me. I woke up when I received a phone call from my coworker asking if I was going into work today. I work an hour away, and one of the big deal guys from our department in headquarters was going to be going in to check on us today. I sprang out of bed and nearly gave Hugo a heart attack, tearing through our half packed house in a frantic rush. I was ready and heading out the door a whole ten minutes later, I locked the door, turned around, and found myself face to face with our firs big snowfall of the year. It snowed my whole drive to work. I counted five accidents and two cars stuck in the snow. My already sluggish one hour commute took a nervewrecking two hours and fifteen minutes.
Luckily there were no further incidents today, but as I mentioned earlier, my moving to do list is getting to be a extremely overwhelming and there just are not enough hours in the day. But how did I end up in this mess of a situation in the first place, you ask? Well, let me explain, I am the victim of a weekend hangover. You know, one of those weekends you leave all your worries, workouts, and to-do list behind, only to wake up with a headache and sick feeling in your gut Monday morning.
I like to own up to the consequences of my choices, however, this was not entirely my fault. I had the intention of staying home to pack this weekend and meeting two of my sisters and my niece for a concert in Chicago on Sunday, but Hugo convinced me to go home for the weekend since my parents only live twenty minutes away from my sister in Chicago. Plus he wanted some alone time to wind down from his hectic work week, and no doubt have a chance to play his new PS4 without guilt. So off to Chicago I went.
I spent my first night at my sister’s place and we went out for dinner and drinks at this really good place called Dusek’s on 18th St. We probably ate about three dozen mussels before moving on to a rich risotto dish and churros with a spicy chocolate ice cream, and of course a drink or two, or several. Saturday morning my sister and I drove the 20 minutes into Indiana to visit my parents. There we caught two basketball games, one was my nephew Julian’s 7th grade team, and the second was my nephew Andres’ first game with his fourth grade team, before heading to a chinese buffet for dinner with some family. This place had at least fifteen types of sushi and sashimi that was actually quite good. I don’t even want to begin to try to guess how many pieces of sushi I ate, I just know after dinner I was ready to take a hiatus from sushi for at least a month or two, or so I thought. After that, we still went to my eldest sister’s house for a few hours, shopping, and went to take my sister back home in Chicago before finally getting to my parents and heading to bed around midnight.
My last day was Sunday, concert day. I woke up an hour and a half earlier than I had originally planned, joined my parents for mass, and caught one last game. This time it was my nephew Lalo’s indoor soccer game, which was pretty awesome to watch since he is eleven and was playing on the fourteen year-old team. Around 2 pm, my sister and niece stopped by my parent’s house and followed me to my other sister’s place in Chicago. There I did everyone’s makeup until we were all rock concert ready.
The whole reason we were going to a concert was to see Paramore, my niece Lala’s favorite band, for her fifteenth birthday. We asked what the birthday girl wanted for dinner and surprise surprise, she requested sushi. We decided to to go Butterfly, a BYOB sushi and Thai spot, and since we were taking a cab to the concert, we stopped to get a bottle of wine for the adults. The food was pretty awesome, as always. We got crab rangoons, pad thai, spicy basil with tofu, a couple sushi rolls, and mochi ice cream, my fave. And of course, I stuffed my face, sushi rolls and all.
Feeling full and content, we went over to the concert only the realize we had to stand outside in line in the cold. Anytime you go to the Windy City after October, bring your hats, scarves, and gloves, something I didn’t think to do. The opening band were some guys Hellogoodbye, whose lead singer had the same dance moves as my sister G, basically none, but hilarious to watch none the less. The second band Metric was really cool, a funky electronic rock with a spunky lead singer and some catchy tunes, but Paramore took it to a whole other level. Their lights and effects were crazy good, and they know how to give their fans a good show. My niece almost fainted every time she recognized the next song. Hayley Willams, their lead singer, was funky and cool, and headbanged so hard and so often I was blown away by the fact that she was still able to sing. They actually reminded me of No Doubt in their earlier days, but with a bit more rock. I expected them to play a solid 45 minute set, but was surprised yet again by their performance that clocked in close to two hours. It was such a great experience to be there with my sisters and niece. I could’ve lived without the girls behind me screaming in my ear, but I guess that’s part of the deal. I had only heard a few of their songs before the show, but I will definitely be adding them to my Pandora stations. I ended the night by waving down my first cab, picking up my car, and driving back to Milwaukee, finally settling into bed after 1:30 am.
A cool clip of last night’s concert, Paramore perfoming their song Now. Unfortunately this is not my own video, my spot wasn’t this close and my camera quality sucks.
Metric performing Help, I’m Alive. This was my first time even hearing of them, but I really really liked this song. The visual isn’t the greatest, but I wanted to show her playing the tambourine.
That brings me to my hangover, not from liquor, but from having too much of a good time. My lack of sleep over the weekend caused me to sleep through my alarm that was set at 6 am, thanks Hugo. In all seriousness, it is no one’s fault but my own poor planning, but it was totally worth it, minus the stress of being two and a half hours late to work, which I never ever do. Luckily, everyone at work was cool about it, so now I just have to tackle the next beast, my move into my new place on Saturday, but I’ll worry about that when I get back from Thanksgiving at my parent’s on Saturday morning.
Happy Thanksgiving! And I hope you all take weekend off now and again, the hangover sucks, but when you look back on it, it is worth it, without a question.