It's hard to do Monday after a really great weekend.
And this past weekend was really really good. From start to finish, it definitely ranks up there with my best birthdays. Of course nothing will ever top my 9th birthday when we got a trampoline, but that's just a fact of life I've come to accept.
It started Friday evening when we went to The Book of Mormon. My mom requested a birthday outfit selfie and naturally I obliged her.
I don't think I could like a style more right now than a high waisted skirt with a crop. It's a perfect way for me to still dress like grandma while also adding a touch of teenager.
The Book of Mormon was hilarious. I've seen it before and forgot just how far they push the envelope. Have you seen it? If you're not easily offended and like to laugh at terrible situations, I suggest you go. It's probably my favorite show ever.
After the show we went to Tanta and sat on their rooftop and ate Peruvian small plates like empanadas and ceviche. If you're in Chicago or will be making a summer trip here, go to Tanta. You won't be let down.
And Saturday we brunched at Summer House where they serve their Bloodys with a fat slice a bacon rolled in butter and sugar and everything nice.
Bonus: the waitress spilled coffee on me so we got this dessert on the house. I usually spill coffee on myself for free so this was a nice little surprise.
This is my 8th birthday we've celebrated together. The first was in Lincoln when he flew home from Europe and surprised me on my 21st. It was midnight and there may have been a few pre drinks consumed before getting let into the bar so you can imagine my confusion when Chris popped up.
"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in Spain? Am I in Spain? Are we all in Spain right now? What is happening..." That was a fun night.
But back to 2015....
Saturday afternoon there was a brief (long) stop at Big Star because that's just what you do on a hot Saturday afternoon in Chicago.
Too many margaritas may have been consumed because the night eventually led us to our friends house where I spent a good part of the evening hanging out alone in a bedroom with two cats talking about life.
And then this was Sunday.
Today I'm struggling just slightly. Mostly because I already miss my friends Joan and Peggy and Sally and Don. Oh Don Draper. What am I supposed to do without Mad Men in my life? Did you watch last night? Can we talk about it? What are your thoughts?
Happy almost Memorial Weekend. Summer is HERE.