an's and Pacman

Yesterday.

Improv at Underground Lounge in Chicago.

Yesterday.

He bought me a chocolate milkshake from Margie’s and we watched Journey to the Center of the Earth, which was quite possibly the worst movie ever made and was, sadly, short on dinosaurs.

I helped teach him how to update his website so he wouldn’t have to ask me every time it needed sto make a change.

I drove to Wrigleyville and cried a little on the way and then cried, again, when I got there and realized I had to park during a Cubs game. I found him and made him park my car for me.


We got Ian’s pizza, mine with steak and french fries and bbq sauce.

Ian's Pizza

Ian's Pizza

Ian's Pizza

I watched his improv show at Underground Lounge, and three other groups. One who improved with lasers. Two with guys a little too tall for the stage.

98.6 Improv

98.6 Improv

98.6 Improv

We played a game of Ms. Pacman.

Ms. Pacman

He walked me to my car and I cried. And he said we’d see each other again before I go. And I hope that we do.

And then this came on the radio.

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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