Dab will do ya

Life in the city is a whirlwind as of late… and the weather isn’t the only thing changing … Therefore, a simple list is all I have for you today.

1. Exercise. I forgot how much I like to run outside (since the great winter of 2010 / 2011, I’ve been getting my move on with Chalene Johnson of within the comfort of my own 1-bedroom apartment … and yes, my downstairs neighbor hates me for it. I received a passive-aggressive under-the-door-surprise note to prove it…)

2. Mus-ac. I forgot about (rediscovered with running mix) … and particularly adore Lights Out and LES Artists. Started listening to Local Natives, Bird and The Bee and Tunng.

3. Move. The original plan to move into Chris’ insanely cheap 3-bedroom Logan Square apartment was promptly speared in the heart and shattered by a disturbing knock on the door Saturday, February 12th. Unfortunate circumstances in the landlord’s family was going to irrevocably render Chris as an ex-tenant April 1st. Last weekend we played a spirited game of furniture Tetris in a local storage unit and Chris promptly moved into my humble (and small) 1-bedroom abode. Have no fear though, faithful readers: May 1 we begin our official cohabitation in a much larger Palmer Square gem (we’re counting down the days). On that note: expect an upcoming blog describing the trials and tribulations of finding cheap, livable spaces in the Chicagoland area… I bet you didn’t know I write fiction.

4. Spring. Today, April 2nd, 2011, spring decided to roll out of bed and make some buttermilk pancakes. Unfortunately the syrup was room temperature (what is up with people who don’t heat their syrup!?)… but that didn’t stop Chris and me from hopping on our bikes to get in on the delectable feast. But that’s only part of the story … as we were riding, we happened to roll into this fantastic hidden antique/consignment warehouse on Hubbard Street called . Not only was this three-story wonderland full of dreamy, glorious, good-for-something stuff … it was also hosting a wedding. A wedding! This place reminded me of the room of green ornaments Dorothy visited in Return To Oz. And people were getting hitched there! Reception and all!!! REMARKABLE. My jaw still hurts from hitting the floor.

OK that’s all I got for now as we are already late for a party. Don’t forget to floss.

About Kristi Zimmerman

When I'm not navigating the interwebs as an internet marketing consultant, I'm either participating in a community theater production, running a local race, scoping out new Indie music or playing fetch with my cat, Bruce.
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