Froilan & Me, North Avenue Beach at Fullerton on the pier. Chicago, IL. 7/8/2009....Yesterday was amazing.
I worked and then biked to the Coffee Studio for a spot to finish my new Jeffrey Brown book. If you don't already know, I love comics and graphic novels. Jeffrey Brown is one of my absolute favorites, and Every Girl is the End of the World For Me was no exception.
It was perfect and cute, as usual, and I love seeing all the Chicago places in his novels. However, because I didn't know any better, I read it before I read Unlikely, which I plan on taking to Dollop today and starting. I should have done this in reverse order.
Anyway, I finished that, and Froilan met me outside. We biked to Taste of Lebanon, had good life-chats, and ate insane amounts of falafel and grape leaves. I'd never been there but it was "on the list" and so we did it...and now I'm going to eat there every meal, every day, until I move.
SO then we biked (heavy-bellied) over to Schubas and took a picture in their photo booth. I only own one other photo booth picture (the one from Rainbo Club with Pat), but I've been in quite a few in my time in Chicago...and I totally forgot how small their seats are. In the past I've sometimes squashed into these things with like 3 or 4 people...how that is even possible, I have no idea. Anyway, look how cute this is:
Yeah, right? I have no idea why we turned out so dark when the flash was so blindingly bright...but it was good times.
So after that we had a quest for cupcakes in mind, but after stopping by Bleeding Heart, Bittersweet, AND Cupcakes to find that all were closed (aparently wanting a cupcake after 7pm is blasphemy ), we decided that instead of going to the plethora of other cupcake shops within a 2 mile radius, 2 cookies and a little espresso from Intelligentsia would be just fine.
On our way down to the beach, I took a pretty bad spill on my bike which resulted in explosive laughter, a tiny bit of blood, hugs and a confused runner on the lakefront path that I almost took out when I fell. I would say, all in all, this particular falling-experience was 25% physically painful, 75% embarassing, 100% ridiculous, and left my ego critically-injured. But whatever, let's just say I'm glad I wear a helmet. So we decided to just hang out at the pier on the beach, eat our cookies, take glamourous pictures of our bikes, dangle our feet, watch the Wednesday fireworks show, and do yoga poses against the skyline.
My night ended with gulping down a huge mason jar of water, strapping the ice pack in our freezer to my arm, and watching about half of Say Anything. I've never seen this movie and I bought it the other day with Steph at Reckless Records in Wicker Park for five bucks! Ps, John Cusack - I love youuuuuu.
Anyway, yesterday ruled. So much. Thank you for being so amazing.
Off to Dollop to draw and drink soy lattes!
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[Anyway for future reference, I think I'm going to turn this blog more or less into a way to document my life, too. The art will still be here, because that's how it's gonna be, but yeah. I think I'll probably end up writing more and that's always good...I am just having a hard time transitioning from where I've kept my full-time blog for the last eight years (yes, whoa) to here. Moving to a new city, and starting a new chapter of school, are probably good reasons to do this. Or the fact that the user-base on my old blog-host is dwindling, whereas Blogger is growing. I'm so glad I'm a nerd.]
