Apologies if you’re offended by the bright neon sign. That comes from the establishment in which I found myself last night for Vert’s 35 birthday celebration. No, it’s not a strip club (though there used to be a pole- since removed), and actually a quite normal public house establishment with a dance room downstairs. It’s in the dance room that the above pictured sign resides and we’ve all (including myself) have had many a birthday in said room. My last one was five years ago, and it was Britney themed.
Anyway, my friends and I all went out to celebrate another in a much tamer event than in years past, but I guess that’s just a sign of the times. They’re the group of girls that was my first in Chicago when I moved here almost 9 years ago, and thought we’ve lost a few to different cities, added a few husbands and kids, the times are as good as they always were, with just a little bit of a different twist. And it’s with those good vibes that I start the week, and it’s making me ready to go.
How’s your weekend treating you?
Good things, bad things, cute things, somethings. Here we go:
People are the worst. No, really the worst. And so so so stupid. Poor guy.
Tears. The sibling bond is indeed the strongest.
“I can’t go out because…” I’m pretty sure I’ve used some version of many of these excuses.
Science, ya’ll. A new, working cancer therapy. I hope it’s applicability becomes more widespread.
Twenty years ago on The West Wing, Sam Seaborn predicting privacy was going to be the biggest thing “in twenty years.” Well, we’re here. And he was right.
Being forced to say “I do” when you want to say “I don’t.”
Oh, Ellen, you’ve done it again. With the help of Adele.
Dear Twitter. I know you can be mean, but you can also be really funny.
And finally, for those of us that love love.
Oh wait, one more of those.
Have a good week!
Written before the Sunday things start to happen.
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