I think yesterday's rather eventful day was caused in part by the sudden warm weather, which has made everyone a little giddy and excitable. Everyone was outside enjoying the day, smiling, and wearing less clothing. On my walk to get lunch, the world seemed like a movie set- doormen smiling as I walked by, flowers busting up out of the ground, dogs running around the park, everyone breaking into song and dance together. Ok, maybe not the last part. But spring makes people want to talk to other people, as if they just woke up from winter naps and are happy to be out and about. For Chicago, which seems to be a city where people generally keep to themselves and like their personal space, everyone seemed to be wanting to share the love yesterday.
After work, N. and I went to the Shop Chicago event sponsored by GenArt at beautiful Union Station, where, contrary to GenArt's wishes, we were less interested in bags made from handcuffs and $88 vintage-looking Rolling Stone tees than the awesome worn steps and the strange.....orb.....hanging from the ceiling. Ten bucks for anyone who can tell me what that thing is. The photo shown above proves that I will drink Bailey's Irish Cream if it is poured into a tiny chocolate cup that I can then devour. The photo also makes me look like I have a tiny mohawk because of the way my hair is twisted around, so that's kind of cool. After fighting through 1000 Trixies to get to the free drinks and flirting with the gay guy at the MAC booth (who pronounced "image": im-AHGE) N. and I decided to head out for dinner. Good times.
After dinner, I headed out to catch the train and while walking over Dearborn bridge I got all sentimental about Chicago. Teary, even. Underground, I was entertaining myself with a particularly involved scenario in my head when a ordinary looking man with a backpack came up to me and started talking to me...... I keep trying to remember exactly what he was talking about but am not coming up with much. Something about my purse and how much can I put in it? And if I was to put something in it would it take up a lot of room? Huh? Anyway, the best solution at the time seemed to be to just stare at him blankly, which is what I did for about 2 long minutes. When someone is just jibberjabbering at you, asking you questions about nothing, waiting for your response, then asking more questions, 2 minutes can seem like a very long time. He eventually got frustrated, rolled his eyes and walked away. Awesome!