tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-116729332011-07-18T08:08:56.480-04:00Sometimes, you just need to get the hell out of Dodge. And then you need write about it, because you can't keep shit to yourself.Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1139328880913594112006-02-10T04:40:00.000-05:002006-02-10T13:34:34.600-05:00

Dear bloggy,Once again, Chicago is crazy fun. Boozin', Whorin' and Brawlin' is taken to a whole new level on this trip! It's almost like I went to The Vegas!WEDNESDAYWhen I get into the city on Wednesday, I tell Will, the hot, dread-locked concierge at the Hard Rock Hotel (230 N, Michigan Avenue) that I'm in town for my birthday. Will hooks me up with a corner room that is as big as my Manhattan

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1133596293588091692005-12-03T01:02:00.000-05:002005-12-03T12:16:24.896-05:00

Four hours sleep,Three breakfastsTwo drunken brawlsAnd a cheater in a white teeeeeeeeee!Again, I am awakened at the asscrack of dawn. M is determined not to waste her last full day in town, and she has been dying to get to some place for breakfast burritos. (Breakfast burritos: M as beef chow fun: Sid)I am a) exhausted, since I am going on day four of less than 5 hours sleep, b) still all wonky

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1133282467270728892005-11-30T23:35:00.000-05:002005-12-02T06:06:53.246-05:00

Action Items1. Make way to deYoung Museum2. Get pretty for fancy nosh at Chez PanisseIt's always the days that seem most straightforward that go shockingly awry.M was up at 5:43 Friday morning.Do you hear me? 5:43.She wanted to go to a 6 a.m. spinning class in the hotel gym. I'm serious. She may or may not have attempted it with C. I think she went, but it was cancelled. I dunno. See my response

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1133329658641932322005-11-29T23:19:00.000-05:002005-11-30T00:50:13.486-05:00

Action Items:1. See some of the city2. Procure more fatty Chinese noodles3. Dinner w/a bunch of Irish folks at an Irish bar4. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, M!!!5. Movie?I opened my eyes around 6:16. I don't remember why, precisely, but I think it had something to do with the fact that M and C were talking about how they weren't going to fucking make it to their fun run. But they would go to the hotel gym for

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1133199598500144712005-11-28T10:54:00.000-05:002005-11-29T11:13:01.376-05:00

Action Items 1. Early Flight 2. Drop Bags @ Fairmont 3. Explore 4. Cake 5. Meet up with M and Mr. C. 6. Dinner, drinks, call it an early night. 1. Early Flight Sometime during all my preparation for this trip, I decided I wouldn't sleep the night before my 7:30 a.m. flight, I'd sleep on the plane. Ha bloody ha ha ha. Tuesday night, around midnight, before departure, I decided I needed to repack

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1133152011633261882005-11-27T23:10:00.000-05:002005-11-27T23:32:40.820-05:00

Bigger rooms!Drunker foreign (possibly) illegals!!!Tighter Pants!16% MORE hookers and blow!!! FREE!!!OPEN ALL NITE!!!

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1118688254956014702005-06-13T14:32:00.000-04:002005-06-13T14:44:14.963-04:00

1. Do not bring six pairs of shoes, four different handbags, and only three pairs of underpants, for a four day vacation. Especially if you know you are going to buy more of anything, at any point.2. Do not take a cocktail dress and sweater for fine dining and swank drunkeration when you know you are a bar and pub kinda gal.3. The makeup and jewelery you were thinking about taking? Cut it down to

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1113016289237067922005-04-08T23:06:00.000-04:002005-04-08T23:11:29.236-04:00

Day three went something like this:More brekkie at Petros, actual shopping on the Mag Mile (my take? A pastel leather passport wallet), lunch at Pizzeria Due (across from the first Pizzeria Uno), train to airport, lots of delays, and a return to a snowy, slushy Manhattan. Meh.But I'll be back!Drinky-drink tally: Are you nuts? None.Calorie tally: I could only eat half my personal pizza after the

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1113015926821959282005-04-08T23:05:00.000-04:002005-04-08T23:05:26.820-04:00

Slurricane Originally uploaded by Siddity. Click on the photo of the drinky-drink. It might lead you to a wondrous, um, wonderland.

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1111785660096936672005-03-25T13:30:00.000-05:002005-03-27T01:02:10.806-05:00

Around 7 AM on Tuesday, I woke up feeling totally sober and refreshed. Not hung over at all. So I took my happy travel Moleskine and recorded what I could remember from the night before, which was in fact quite a lot, as the night before had ended only a few hours earlier. Around 8, TDMM woke up and insisted we get eats. I thought that was a fabulous plan, so we both got up, got dressed, and got

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1111702323484999132005-03-24T14:10:00.000-05:002005-03-24T17:39:44.416-05:00

Ah, Chicago. First, I guess I should apologize for not posting from Chicago, like I said I would. But, see, it's hard to type when you've got a drink glued to your left hand and a fork glued to your right.Anyway, after a bit of a bumpy start, my trip to Chicago began with an early morning flight from LaGuardia to Midway, and a bleary-eyed train ride to the Loop. Whereupon I got off at my stop and

Sidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06845274447961390161noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11672933.post-1111690415174586372005-03-24T13:28:00.000-05:002005-03-24T17:14:14.666-05:00

1. Pack at least two days in advance, and then lock your luggage. Now, ignore it until you are on your way out the door.There is nothing worse than wasting 2 hours the night before you're set to leave, at the ass crack of dawn, because you've either not bothered packing until last minute, or you can't decide which Pumas to take, and you've burried those bitches at the bottom of your bag, so

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