I’m not even going to validate my laziness by addressing the fact that it took over two months to get started on this easy post. I blame it on … my laziness.
Chicago. July. Stupid Soldier Field. The sun had set over the vast wastewater dump they call Lake Michigan. It was night two of a two-night stand for GnR at Soldier Field. It wasn’t a sold-out show but there were plenty of middle-aged, living-in-the-past fans to crowd every merchandise stand, which was well stocked with foam middle fingers (still mad I didn’t buy one).
And then there were people like us. COOL people. We grappled through the long lines at the merch stands, bathrooms, and beer vendors and made it to our seats. Side note: Soldier Field needs more of all the above; also another exit or two would be great.
Summer in the midwest is difficult. There’s an incredible amount of pressure to enjoy the outdoors and the events and activities while the nice weather is here, yet you are coated in sweat and mosquitoes the second you walk out the door. But I’m just a complainer and I’ll take this weather any day over the sub-zero bullshit that will be here in six months. Basically I’m trying to justify that I’m writing this post almost two months after I participated in the activities this post describes. Whatever, I’ve been busy watching Lady Dynamite, k?
Earlier this summer, Vintown and I rented kayaks from Milwaukee Kayak Company and meandered up the Milwaukee River eventually ending up at Lakefront Brewery. Sure, sure – we had seen all these sights before, but not from this view. Being in the kayak was a tad nerve-wracking; I mean, who wants to have their body that close to any river in Milwaukee? Insert gross-face emoji here, please.
It’s hard to believe a week has already passed since we were in Dallas. Actually, at this exact time one week ago, I think I was passed out due to drinking pretty much non-stop during the previous 24 hours. Nice job, Sammerz.
Our trip began with our flight being delayed by two hours. It wasn’t all bad though, as this gave us ample time to gulp down plenty of $9 beers from the airport Chili’s before grabbing an Auntie Anne’s pretzel and boarding our flight, on which we continued to drink. By the time we made our descent into Dallas, we were six songs deep into an epic mid-air, drunken lip-sync battle. (I hate myself for using the word epic.)
I’m finally getting over a cold after being on the last day of it for the last … two-ish weeks. I would’ve written this sooner but I was so damn exhausted from expelling phlegm from my body. Attractive, right?
I don’t understand how I got sick in the first place. I mean, I do, since my coworker was sick and we talk to each other multiple times throughout the day. But still! I wash my hands constantly, I drink tons of water, I eat fairly healthy, I disinfect my own desk! I even diffuse “germ-fighting” essential oils at work because let’s be real: so many people cooped up in an office all day without any fresh air entering the building = gross city.
So, long story short, I got sick. For probably the third or fourth time already THIS YEAR.
I woke up early this morning for the sole purpose of working out before work. Mind you, I only had my alarm set for half an hour earlier and finally dragged myself out of bed about 15 minutes earlier than I normally do. BUT I still did it, and I feel pretty damn good about it. Will I continue to do it in the future? Who knows. Did I only do it because I was in a FitBit challenge? Could be. Did I do it so I could justify eating a huge omelette for breakfast? ENOUGH WITH THE QUESTIONS!
In the midst of my hardcore workout of walking dreamily on the treadmill, I started thinking how everyone else in the fitness center seems to have what I refer to as “adult” gym clothes. You know – the fitted Under Armour shirts and the fun-patterned pants, all color coordinated together in a put-together gym outfit. Is this gym etiquette now? Do I have to buy clothes specifically for working out? I can barely dress myself for day-to-day wear, much less purchase and coordinate an outfit in which I will sweat profusely.
Who doesn’t like David Bowie? I mean, how could you not? There are all of Bowie’s characters to choose from – Ziggy, Aladdin Sane, the Thin White Duke, etc. – not to mention Bowie himself, a creative, courageous, and unique human being Starman.
As I sit here watching Labyrinth, dried tears on my face, I feel incredibly sad. I may sound like an overly-dramatic teenager, crying about someone leaving/joining/tearing apart One Direction, but I don’t care. I feel like I’ve lost a friend? kind of? but different, but I don’t know how to explain it. Although he created most of his pieces about other words and space creatures, I feel connected to a lot of his lyrics and characters.
First of all: blog post title or title of a historical novel?
We went to New Orleans a couple months ago (yes I know, I’m the worst at blogging) and as usual, it did not disappoint. We locked down a MUTHA-EFFIN’ wedding venue!! The MUTHA-EFFIN’ was definitely necessary in the previous sentence as it conveys how pumped I am about the location. Let’s recap, shall we?
I am definitely not the most stylish person you will ever meet. I buy a lot of my clothes at secondhand stores and I hate paying more than I have to for necessities (Clearance Rack Diva is a cool nickname I just came up with for myself). Therefore, I’m either scrounging Goodwill for hours looking for unique items (which I rarely do since I’m very impatient), or I’m jazzing up cheap basics with trim n’ stuff. I present to you:
Sammerz DIY: Closet Edition
A few months ago, I used trim to take two items from basic to fairly-basic-but-with-a-little-something-extra. I found both the gray crop top and the black bell-sleeved shirt at Forever 21 and picked up some fringe trim and pom trim at Joann Fabrics (links are to similar products; you can purchase the trims by-the-yard when you shop in-store).