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I hadn't been to Green Mill, an old jazz club that opened in 1907 with ties to Al Capone's mob, in years. I did a photo shoot there in 2009, and before that it was where I chimed in the New Year from 2006 to 2007. But somehow Chelsa and I ended up going twice in this past month. The first night we met for swing music and drank gin and I saw a guy who looked freakishly like a guy I...

I'd been meaning to get to the Museum of Contemporary Art for weeks. Because I love contemporary and modern art (even if I don't always "get it" — show me a canvas painted completely white any day!) There's a free-admission day on Tuesdays but something always seemed to come up. But this week I had nothing to do, so headed there, and spent an hour or two wandering the exhibits. ...

Jen and Andrew were in town from Seattle for the wedding. And so, the monday after, when we were all back in Chicago, we decided to meet up to go to the Shedd to look at sea creatures...

Despite the fact that I just spent eleven months in Asia, I ordered Chinese food on my second day back. Because I'd spent the day at the ER and could hardly move and it was my best choice for delivery in suburbia. And because it is delicious....

Sixteen months ago I stood outside of Underground Lounge, crying, and told him I may never see him again. He said that was ridiculous. But, to me, it was a strong possibility. Part of the reason I wanted to travel was to get over him. I started planning my round the world trip sometime during a two-year stretch where he had decided to cut me out of his life. I still loved him. I still thought about him way too much. And I knew that I had to do something drastic to finally, once and for all, move on. And I...

This was me in high school. I've been wanting to find an excuse to post that for a while, but I didn't want anyone to think I'm stuck back in 1999 or something. Because I'm not. I mean, I'm not going to say that high school were the best years of my life. Because God that would be pathetically depressing. (And, you know, because my 30s have been pretty damn amazing). But I'm not going to say that I had a miserable high school experience either. Because God that would be depressing too....

It was one of those October days where you could still eat brunch al fresco. Carrot cake pancakes, a cup of coffee with cream, and a strawberry mimosa for good measure. Where you talk girl talk and boy talk and life talk and travel talk with a friend. Where you walk home, three miles, from Division to Roscoe because it is still sort of warm in that way Chicago weather seems warm when the day before was cold. Where the sky is blue. Where the leaves are orange. Where people you pass say "hello," because that is the kind of...