Home is Where the Heart Is, and Other Cliches

As much as I hate to admit it (and if you ask me again, I'll deny it), I've officially entered my upper twenties. Ugh. I can almost hear my arms turning saggy and flappy. That said, my friends were absolute gems about helping pretend that aging is awesome and made me feel like a gosh darn princess.

On my birthday proper, I was in New York celebrating a college friend's wedding. While part of me was bummed that I couldn't be at home for my birthday, there was a great bonus: SO MANY of my friends were in one place! Brooke came in for the wedding all the way from Melbourne (with a great book for me in hand), Beth was there from Denver, and the full DC contingent was repping hard. We had so much to celebrate - Beth finished the Bar! Steph got a new apartment! Lori got engaged! (!!!) - so the weekend was wonderful and celebratory in and of itself. But on Sunday before the proverbial clock struck midnight and we all turned back into working-girl pumpkins, we had a great brunch at Maya. I've never had so many different types of yummy mimosas and such a wide range of yummy Mexican food, and did I mention it was bottomless everything? Whoever invented bottomless brunch is an unsung hero, really. A dozen of the people I love the most were able to join me and celebrate before we all had to go our separate ways. I'd post a picture but I was too busy eating and drinking to take one... #notsorry. Nick and I hurried to the airport after squeezing in a tiny bit more friend time, made our flight, and headed home. We immediately changed to sweatpants and ordered Chinese food while we watched the Olympics. And then PRESENTS! Gosh, what a great day.

Wedding tacos, trying to pretend like we aren't melting in the 95-degree NYC heat.

Wedding tacos, trying to pretend like we aren't melting in the 95-degree NYC heat.

Fast forward five days, and it's Friday in Chicago on my favorite weekend in the entire year: the Chicago Air and Water Show. For those of you who may be unfamiliar, there's a litany of airplanes and boats who come in for the weekend to do tricks for us all to see. The biplanes feint stalling and then save themselves just before disaster, the fighters come in formation and pretend like they're about to crash into one another... it's glorious and loud and perfect. This weekend typically falls near my birthday, and being the egomaniac that I am, I like to pretend that the planes are in town to celebrate yours truly. Because I've lucked out in the Significant Other department, I was treated to the ultimate win: Air and Water Show practice day ON A BOAT WITH MA FRAYNDZ. And let me tell you, I almost cried happy tears. The morning was not the best... it was thunderstorming until roughly 11:15AM (we were pushing back at 1PM) and then miraculously cleared up and it was sunny and perfect.

My favorite party people. Thanks to little sis on the left for sticking out her sea sickness! Suggested beverage: Smith & Forge Hard Cider, rosé straight from the bottle

My favorite party people. Thanks to little sis on the left for sticking out her sea sickness!

Suggested beverage: Smith & Forge Hard Cider, rosé straight from the bottle

In addition to snacks, drinks, and their glimmering personalities, two of the attendees brought my awesome presents, which I simply must share with you all:

From Michelle, a shiny pineapple-shaped drink vessel... with a STRAW. Honestly what more could you ask for?

I only learned of the configuration possibilities when I searched on Amazon! LET THE DRINKING AND SUBSEQUENT SPILLING COMMENCE! Suggested beverage: Moscow mule, homemade daiquiri.

I only learned of the configuration possibilities when I searched on Amazon! LET THE DRINKING AND SUBSEQUENT SPILLING COMMENCE!

Suggested beverage: Moscow mule, homemade daiquiri.

You can ask for a tank top with an adorable narwhal on it from Jen, but you wouldn't have to, because she gives it to you just because.

Go ahead - try and tell me this isn't the cutest thing ever. Just try.

Go ahead - try and tell me this isn't the cutest thing ever. Just try.

Two more days of air show viewing (thanks for being the most patient, Nick) and I've managed a stretch of time that made me one of the happiest campers on the face of this gosh darn planet.

The view from my rooftop does not suck.

The view from my rooftop does not suck.

This post doesn't have a point, really, except to say that I am so stinkin' lucky to have the best friends and the best city (and now, the best presents). Remind me in winter when I'm complaining that #SummertimeChi is always, always worth it.

My happy place: summer, boats, airplanes, city, water, cider.

My happy place: summer, boats, airplanes, city, water, cider.

Love you people!

Cheers,

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