Lollapalooza and other fun
It's been a whirlwind couple of days.
Thursday: Our fourth anniversary and a dinner at Charlie Trotter's. For the cost of our dinner, we could have flown someplace and stayed in a hotel. But since we had a gift certificate for 2/3 of the cost, our house-poor asses got to eat at one of the top 50 restaurants in the world. Which, incidentally, is a mere six blocks from our home. We saved on cab fare!
Friday: Lollapalooza. We saw The Black Keys, The Raconteurs and Radiohead. We are HUGE Radiohead fans and it was amazing to see them with 75,000 other people with the Chicago skyline in the background. Afterward, we headed over to the Hard Rock Hotel where we had VIP passes to the Music Lounge (big shout out thanks to reader Ed and BMF Media). We're cool like that. We drank some free booze and hung out and got home at the rock-star hour of 3 a.m.
Saturday: Morning massage, lunch at the Music Lounge, Chicago architecture boat cruise, 6:30 showing of "The Dark Knight" and then we partied with Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson at the Music Lounge until 3 a.m. Lindsay asked me to make out, I politely declined. OK, maybe it was more like Lindsay sat to the side of the stage texting while she looked in our general direction with a curious expression on her face. But hey, her presence 15 feet from me was documented in People online today!
Sunday: Lunch at Fat Willy's barbecue joint, a trip to Home Depot to buy paint for the new basement and the drive from Chicago to Milwaukee to Peoria to wrap the weekend up. You can see we went from club-goers to parents in the blink of an eye. We're in Peoria this week while we anxiously await the completion of the remodeling. They assure me the house should be done by Thursday.
It was an exhausting, fun, crazy weekend that reminded us how we used to be three years ago. You would think we slept in and got plenty of rest in our child-free weekend, but you would be wrong. Well, one of us slept in. One of us had to get up and pump before that person's boobs exploded every morning. I will let you guess who that was.
Thursday: Our fourth anniversary and a dinner at Charlie Trotter's. For the cost of our dinner, we could have flown someplace and stayed in a hotel. But since we had a gift certificate for 2/3 of the cost, our house-poor asses got to eat at one of the top 50 restaurants in the world. Which, incidentally, is a mere six blocks from our home. We saved on cab fare!
Friday: Lollapalooza. We saw The Black Keys, The Raconteurs and Radiohead. We are HUGE Radiohead fans and it was amazing to see them with 75,000 other people with the Chicago skyline in the background. Afterward, we headed over to the Hard Rock Hotel where we had VIP passes to the Music Lounge (big shout out thanks to reader Ed and BMF Media). We're cool like that. We drank some free booze and hung out and got home at the rock-star hour of 3 a.m.
Saturday: Morning massage, lunch at the Music Lounge, Chicago architecture boat cruise, 6:30 showing of "The Dark Knight" and then we partied with Lindsay Lohan and Sam Ronson at the Music Lounge until 3 a.m. Lindsay asked me to make out, I politely declined. OK, maybe it was more like Lindsay sat to the side of the stage texting while she looked in our general direction with a curious expression on her face. But hey, her presence 15 feet from me was documented in People online today!
Sunday: Lunch at Fat Willy's barbecue joint, a trip to Home Depot to buy paint for the new basement and the drive from Chicago to Milwaukee to Peoria to wrap the weekend up. You can see we went from club-goers to parents in the blink of an eye. We're in Peoria this week while we anxiously await the completion of the remodeling. They assure me the house should be done by Thursday.
It was an exhausting, fun, crazy weekend that reminded us how we used to be three years ago. You would think we slept in and got plenty of rest in our child-free weekend, but you would be wrong. Well, one of us slept in. One of us had to get up and pump before that person's boobs exploded every morning. I will let you guess who that was.
Labels: It's all about me, Married Life
posted by Amy at
9:28 PM
3 Comments:
Whew! What a busy, fun filled weekend! Happy Anniversary! Can't wait to see pics of the house =)
Oooooh, Peoria! Do you go to Fedora's??
poor josh, having to get up to pump his boobs every morning...
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