Category Archives: The Ladies

Solo Dance Parties

I currently have one lovely roommate, but we both work a lot and are busy young ladies so we usually only see each other in the evenings and on weekends.  We are often two ships passing in the night.

Soon I will have 3 roommates, so one of my biggest problems will be solved: dancing on my own.

Now this is not the cool, devil may care, dancing on my own that Robyn sings of.  I’m not sad that my some guy I like is kissing another girl at the club.  I’m dancing on my own in my room, in socks, a la Risky Business (wearing pants though…sometimes).

I’m not a good dance by any means, but just really get a kick out of turning up the jams and jumping around.  Dancing alone gives you a chance to try moves that you would be too embarrassed to do in public, but which are super fun to do (ie the sprinkler, mashed potato, etc).  I usually do this when I’m getting ready to go out, or on Fridays when I get home from work.  These are times of hopeful expectancy, looking forward to what could happen.

When I told my future roomies about my solo dance parties they laughed and decided to make it a house rule that no one is allowed to dance alone if others are present in the apartment.  Hopefully we’ll have a good speaker system and can really pump it up.

Here are few of the songs on my “dance” playlist, for your enjoyment/for you to trying dancing alone to:

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Separated at Birth?

Ever year Alyssa and I have been friends (and it is a wonder we even became friends because there was a debacle involving football tickets and misinformation) we seem to grown more and more alike. At first it was the occasional skirt or dress we had in common, book we had both read, or movie we both loved but it soon grew into much more. One of the girls in our hall sophomore year even thought we were cousins because of our similar voices and general likeness (this girl was also a doofus, so take that lightly). No, dummy, we aren’t related but we are creepily similar in many ways. Often times we will buy the same clothes unintentionally (re: Spring Break, Miami 2011) and Alyssa even said once that I was an easy person to shop for because she would just think of things she would like and buy them for me. Even when we don’t own the same things, sharing is often on option although I definitely have the better side of that deal. On me, Alyssa’s shirts become dresses, whereas my shirts become crop tops on her. The only thing that sets us apart are our heights and shoe size. Senior year of college, we were even able to create a “wall of same” because we had dressed similarly so many times (most not on purpose).

However, now our likeness has grown into a health hazard. OVer the summer while Alyssa was battling her chronic headaches, my body, not to be outdown, had to succumb to a severe sinus infection and bronchitis. It almost became a contest of who would be hospitalized first (I think I won that one, although Alyssa has me beat many times over in the time of illness). Now, 6 months later, we both find ourselves with a sore threat, fever, congestion, and fatigue. Now you may be thinking, “It’s cold season, that’s not unusual!” But given our track record, I think it’s some sort of paranormal phenomenon. What is wrong with us? Will we ever know? I think this is a case for Mulder and Scully to investigate.

Man Crush of the Week

Because Alyssa has so graciously started off our regular column “Platonic Lady Crush of the Week,” I feel that it is only fitting that I start off our other installment: Man Crush of the Week (because it really can’t be ladies night EVERY night). Although in my case it would probably be better to call this installment, Fictional Man Crush of the Week because in the coming weeks my crushes will probably largely come from the land of tv and books, including, but not limited to: Matthew Crawley, Peeta, Coach Taylor and Matt Saracen, the list is endless. However, our first Man Crush of the week is the ultimate Man Crush: Special Agent Fox Mulder.

the truth is out there

Now, I realize that this first choice may not resonate with most girls (or guys) in their early 20s, but if you are not a fan of the X-Files you are seriously SERIOUSLY missing out. I recently rediscovered the X-Files while I was home for the holidays and cannot imagine why I stayed away from it for so long. As a teenager, I was OBSESSED with the X-Files and used to watch it religiously everyday after school on SCI-FI (if anyone was under the impression that I was cool in high school, I think I’m slowly changing your opinion). Obviously, it is a great television show, but I think perhaps the biggest draw is FBI Agent Fox Mulder, who is a fox in more ways than one.

Fox Mulder is really the ideal man. He is handsome, smart (an Oxford educated criminal profiler), extremely good-looking, relentless in his mission to find the truth, AND he believes in aliens and government conspiracies. Mulder also is a very conflicted person, his sister having been abducted by aliens when he was younger; however, this only makes him more appealing. While he may be serious and consumed by his work, Mulder also has a light side and sense of humor, plus his relationship with his partner, Dana Scully, is simply the best. In fact, they may be the best duo ever to grace our televisions (look forward to a future platonic lady crush segment about Scully).  Some people may find Mulder’s persistence in seeking answers to unexplainable cases irritating, but I will never tire of watching him and Scully investigate the paranormal.

John Doggett, you were a lousy replacement.

A hodge-podge

This is my first post. Unlike the other bloggers, I’m a grad student. A science grad student. This means I spend a lot more time than most people thinking about, reading about, worrying about, and writing about science. My posts will probably showcase this. However, it’s still winter break for us grad students in Ireland so I’ve been left to my own devices. This yields:

1. I bought a kindle. It’s revolutionary. Everyone should. I’m reading EVERYTHING. Just finished The Art of Racing in the Rain. Such an emotional book. Dogs are the best.

2. I went skydiving. My parachute was blue. That might reveal something about my personality. It was terrifying but also amazing. I think I nearly had a heart attack at the start when the whole “there was a plane and now there is no plane” idea hit me. All of the photos, ect of this event look like I’m about to die of terror.

3. Meyers-Briggs wise, I’m an ESFP. I guess I’m more feelings than rationality (truth) and extroverted (very truth). The internet says based on this I should work in sales or counseling. Fat chance. SCIENCE!

4. My family has a college bowl games extravaganza. Out of the 20+ extended family members, I’m tied for last. N. Illinois better win this one!

 

Chicago Avenue

I live in the Streeterville neighborhood of Chicago, very near to the John Hancock Building, Water Tower Place, Michigan Avenue and the endless stream of tourists that shop there.  Living so close to great shopping is fun for me, bad for my wallet.  Michigan Avenue is a great place for people watching and being so close to the lake gives me no excuse not to run along the Lakeshore path.  But one of my favorite things about my apartment is the location of the CTA train stop that I use (also known as the “L”).

Photo from WikipediaI often take the Red Line to visit my friends and family in Lincoln Park; getting off at Fullerton is so easy, and when I am super lazy I get off at Fullerton and switch to the Brown Line to get to Brookie’s house.  The Red Line is also very convenient for getting to all the bars in Lincoln Park, Wrigleyville and Lakeview.

The L stop that I frequent most is the Red Line stop of Chicago and State.  “State Street, that great street” is actually great for shopping too, but Chicago Avenue is notorious for being a sketchy street.  I usually start walking down Chicago Avenue at Fairbanks, across the street from Northwestern Memorial Hospital.  This part of the street is actually very nice, with a couple of parks and an historic fire department building.

Then comes Michigan Avenue…PEOPLE EVERYWHERE ALL THE TIME (except in the middle of the night, which I have experienced a few times when returning home from the bars).  Continuing down Chi Ave one passes Anthropologie (one of the most beautiful stores ever), Nordstrom Rack and a few fancy hotels.  This is where it starts to get interesting.  On the next block there is a “Checks Cashed Here/Currency Exchange” place; RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET FROM A GIORGIO ARMANI STORE!  Do you think people who shop at Armani ever need to get their payday checks cashed immediately?

Down the next block are a bunch of food/coffee places, including a Jimmy John’s (seriously still freaky fast in the city and delivered by a hipster on a bike), Chik-Fil-A (never open on Sunday, the only day I’m hungover enough to crave it), Starbucks, a

Looks totally safe during the day...

fro-yo place (which I’m sure I will frequent often in the warmer months), Qdoba and the most entertaining place in the vicinity, the 24 Hour McDonald’s.

I’m certain that the regular police presence near the entrance to the L is only because of this 24 hour McDonald’s.  It attracts homeless people, drug dealers, drunk people, unsuspecting tourists who strayed too far from Michigan Avenue and people who live in the area that just want some chicken nuggets and a McFlurry (like me).  I enjoy seeing the policemen though, because they make me feel safer, and they are always cute.  And once one of them saved me from a crazy homeless man.

It was Halloween weekend and I was returning to my apartment from Wrigleyville alone (probably not a great idea), dressed as Minnie Mouse.  I was very proud of my mostly homemade costume and sequin Minnie ears which I had bought the last time I was in Disneyworld.  As I descended the escalator up to Chicago Ave with other still drunk passengers I was lunged at by a crazy old homeless man.  “MINNIE MOUSE!” he yelled as grabbed me.  I was still a little inebriated, so at the time it seemed like more of a hug and I wasn’t frightened, but looking back on it, I probably should have been more scared.  Luckily one of the cute members of the Chicago PD was there to tell the guy to back off and I scurried home.

That is the most memorable thing to happen to me on Chicago Ave (so far…), but I’ve also seen/smelled people smoking pot, witnessed 2 drag queens dressed as Lady Gaga get into a cab (also Halloween weekend) and more recently heard 2 homeless men discussing their New Year’s Resolutions.  I’m sure many more adventures await me on that bizarre street and I will greet them with a smile (unless it is someone coming at me with a switchblade).

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