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After every one of Mat's improv shows he asks me how it was. And I reply, "it was good." It's happened for so long that it's now just a joke, he answers himself in tandem as I do. "It was good." What can I say, I've never been one for critiquing things. His improv team, 98.6, formed in 2010, and I've been going to his shows regularly since. They call me their superfan and abuse my willingness to photograph their shows for free. But I usually get a free rum and Coke or two out of the deal, so all is...

The rehearsal room was packed with employees sitting in rows of fold-out metal chairs. I tapped my pen against my notepad remarking to a coworker next to me that I didn't even know why I'd brought one. I am currently just a temp at work. Though I'm filling in as the digital marketing coordinator, a role I held there for nearly five years before I quit to travel, right now, I'm just a temp. "Interim." So attending a quarterly company meeting, when I knew I wouldn't still be working there a quarter from now, had little to do with me. And...

I've been boring lately. Really, truly, boring. I'm not going to complain about it because being boring has been entirely my choice. I could be at Carnival with my friend Matt right now. I could be in Ecuador learning to surf with Chris. I could even be living on one of my friends' couches in the city. But, instead, I'm living in the suburbs. Staying with my mom. Without a car. Enduring one of the worst winters Chicago's ever seen. It's a certain version of hell....

Don Eduardo del Rey, draped in yellow and black armor, galloped into the stadium. His smile was snide but sincere as he rode his steed in parade with a confidence becoming of such an accomplished knight. We cheered for him, waving our yellow flags with revelry, as others booed. We swooned as he handed out roses to the girls in the crowd, secretly hoping he would bestow one of us. We clapped in elation when he crowned Heather, our guest of honor, Queen of the Tournament. We scrambled to our feet whooping ovations when our knight took to battle, as...

I still bite my nails, still throw my dirty laundry on the floor, still leave used dishes in the sink. I can't play the guitar, can't knit, can't paint. I never finished that novel I started writing in college. I haven't had a boyfriend in over ten years. I never became a dancer, an actor, a writer. I don't even have a career. I'm still paying off my grad school loans. I'm afraid of heights, of talking on the phone, of getting eaten by a shark. I'm getting to the age where I should start having kids.   I celebrated my birthday at Las Tablas — a Colombian restaurant in...

It's not that 2013 wasn't a good year for me. By any standards, it was amazing. I spent six months backpacking from Guatemala to Colombia. I spent two months traveling around Ireland, England and, briefly, Scotland. In the US I made it to Hawaii, Seattle, and Memphis. I'm doing good. But, even though spent most of the year moving around, I felt like I was at a standstill. I got lazy traveling last year, picking places not because they were where I necessarily wanted to go most but because they were convenient or cheap. I hardly worked, choosing instead to squander my...

"It's not that I don't like music," I sometimes have to explain to people, "I'm just not a music person." You see, I'm just not a music person. I'm not someone who follows bands. Or could name who sang any song. Or even someone who has a favorite band. And a lot of people don't understand that. Because a lot of people are music people. But I never have been. And I'm pretty sure I haven't had a favorite band since New Kids on the Block in third grade. And if I want background noise at home I usually put on Food Network,...

After 6 months in Central and South America, I flew back home to Chicago. It was nice to be back for a bit, though, really, most of my days were spent doing absolutely nothing and every night was spent sleeping on a couch. But it was nice, and I did do a few things...