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Plan B

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And sometimes, you go with Plan B.

Pretty much nothing went accordingly to plan yesterday with either of our respective days. By the time I made it to Whole Foods, that place was entirely wiped out. Not a shrimp or rose in sight, man. After reconvening in our kitchen, making a plan for how we are going to get the massive desk the delivery guys refused to bring up and left in the stairwell actually into our home, it was late, we were less than thrilled and it just did not feel like a champagne and shellfish night. We asked ourselves, looking back, how would we want to say we spent the Valentine’s Day before we were married and there was one answer:

Tots. Beer.

So to the corner bar we went. Tots (cheese sauce included, because it was a holiday and all) were ordered. A beer for him, a cider for me. Solid people watching. The Olympics. Maybe another round.

It turns out that Plan B is actually pretty awesome and because we were together, absolutely Valentine’s Day worthy.

Movie Night: Thor

So, I saw Thor tonight.

Truth be told, our plans for going for a walk and eating somewhere outside were blown when the temp dropped from 75 degrees to 55 in the span of an hour.  Only in Chicago…

Going to the movies was Plan B.  Something Borrowed (my pick) was sold out so that makes seeing Thor Plan C.

Let’s also call a spade, a spade- I know absolutely nothing about comic books (Thor is based on a comic book…and Nordic mythology).

But ya know, it was fine.  The 3D did not make me nauseous, it was action packed (obvs), and Chris Hemsworth had a lovely set (sets?) of abs.

Thor was not my first pick and I was ready to sulk (in lame, “I never get what I want” fashion) but then I realized that a Friday night spent holding hands (lord knows I love me some hand holding) with my man for a full 2 hours was a Friday night that was just fine by me.  More than fine- pretty great, in fact.

The End.

Plan B

To say the weather is starting to get to me is the understatement of the century.  I’m as sick as the next girl of wearing my Hunter boots every single day but when I went into the bedroom last night to show Ryan 7 different exotic (read: expensive) travel destinations that I ranked in order of “We should book a flight” to “We must get on a plane within the next 5 minutes”, I knew I needed a Plan B.

Plan B?  Heading to see my Grandmother in Florida in two weeks.  I just booked my flight.  I’m hoping that a few days with my darling Gi and then a few days on the beach at my parents condo will cure whatever cabin fever/stir craziness I have going on.

If not, I will be changing the name of this blog from “Just a Chi Town Girl” to “Reasons Why This Weather Sucks”.

Here’s hoping…