Thursday, November 8, 2007

Dear Chicago

So I went to Chicago for work, and guess what? It's windy there. Who knew? So I'm walking down Michigan Ave. looking incredibly cute in my Ralph Lauren-esqe (not a knockoff Kari, it's just reminiscent of Ralph) button down shirt dress and amazing Coach boots (which left not so amazing gigantic, near crippling blisters on each of my heels...i have pics), my arms loaded with shopping bags, and yeah...basically the wind blew really hard and I full on flashed the Magnificent Mile. It was nothing if not classy. The good news? I made $20.00 from a passer-by which paid for my cab ride back to the hotel (again, if my boss is reading this, i'm totally kidding...i made $40.00).

So yeah, I spent the week with 5,000 Risk Managers, and I'm guessing none were under the age of 40, but they were a rocking group, plus it's easier to be the prettiest when you're the youngest. And we all know that pretty and young = old men buying you drinks and dinner. I had dinner one night with an event planner who rode a camel down Michigan Avenue for his 65th birthday and who was spending the following weekend with George Lucas. I took an amazing boat ride/architectural tour of Chicago and saw some really cool buildings. I made quick friends with the manager of Carmines Steakhouse who totally hooked me up with an awesome table next to a college rugby team and gave me dinner on the house to boot! I'm convinced it was the accent, those Northerners love a little Southern Sass...either that or he witnessed my Mag Mile Flashing Fiasco. I even managed to get a little bit of work done while I was there! Amazing..

Not bad Chicago...Not Bad!


So yeah. I went to Florida and my blog went to hel..oops. My blogging did not continue. And also, I've decided to attempt to reign in my potty mouth. Apparently using foul language in front of a 1 year-old is not a brilliant idea. My apologies to my precious Ella for dropping a few choice words in your presence...but I'm sure it' s nothing worse than what your parents say in front of you on a daily basis.

So, 7 Tapley's, 2 Harris', 1 boyfriend, a 3-legged pomeranian, 1 over-exposed Dora Doll, and 3 vehicles made the tri-annual trek to the Redneck Rivieria last month, and I'm happy to report (in the fashion of the one and only Mrs. Orane Goode, the original page 6 columnist for The Valliant Leader...and it's pronounced 'Gude') that a good time was had by all! The boys did find their first day of deep sea fishing cut short due to rough waters and major sea sickness on the part of one whom shall remain nameless....the boy puked up everything but his toenails...and even those were loose by the time they made it to dry land.

But all in all it was a great trip, even if I did have to come home three days earlier than everyone else in my family because of work related responsibilities. Stupid Job. And if my boss reads this, I'm only kidding. I love my job. The food was awesome, the water was beautiful, and the tourist were gone. PERFECT.

By the Way..
If you've never seen a 1 year old stand at the edge of the water and scream her own name at the're missing out.