Somehow this past weekend ended up being far more busy than I expected. Let me break it down for you.
Saturday morning I filmed a fun little video with some improv pals for Scriptless Films. I played "Lydia Johansson," the small town Kansas girl who just moved to the city to chase her dreams after her cult leader died a few weeks ago... If you think I look nice in this photo, you should see the actual video.... I be looking real rough.
To celebrate a successful day of looking like an idiot I met Chris at our fav spot, Barn & Company for some bball and bloodys.
And some pulled pork nachos...
The little red head with the mic does kind of look like she belongs in the 90s. Regardless, they were good. Chris and I finished the box in less than twenty-four hours.
For dinner we met Chris's mom and sister at Ditka's downtown and munched on some bruschetta and a tuna plate.
I know I should take better food photos, but I always feel like such an asshole snapping pics of my food as it is that I try to do it as fast as possible without anyone seeing... Thus the reason they're always a bit grainy or too bright. My apologies.
After Ditka's we met some friends at The Drawing Room and sipped on drinks that were way too expensive and took way too long to make. I just can't wrap my head around fancy bars. I'm way more of a hole-in-the-wall kinda gal.
It was kind of funny, as the four of us sat in this uppity bar in downtown Chicago we all couldn't help but talk longingly about our bars back in Nebraska we hold so near and dear to our hearts. I'm talking about you, The Rail, and you, The Bar. We'll meet again soon...
I don't know what my deal is, for some reason I just can't let go on stage with improv as of late. I get all in my head and start second guessing everything, which is like the worst mistake you can make with improv. You just have to forget everything else and play. It should be simple, right? I need to bring the fun back and stop criticizing every single thing I do in my head. It's a real buzz kill.
Following my mediocre performance we went with Chris's family to Eataly (I told you it's my favorite thing to do now) and ate even more good food. It was kind of an intense foodie weekend, as you can tell.
And we immediately came home and went into food coma mode. Harlow included.
And that's all I've got. I'm not ready to tackle Monday at all at the moment. Woof.