March’s Date Night brought us to Macku, one of my favorite restaurants in Chicago- formerly Kaze, which had the distinct honor of being the sushi joint down the block from our Roscoe Village apartment. (It moved and changed names. Then again, so did I.) We always get some sort of super white tuna appetizer. We always order drinks- my choice has never strayed from the lychee mimosa, each sip prompting me to implore P.J. to pick up some lychees somewhere- {Read More}
February Date: Bowling Night (Sans Bowling).
February 28, 2013 By 2 Comments
Because my husband is so incredibly crazy about me- And because he was rapidly running out of time for a so-called February date (for the newcomers to this date thing, catch up on the whole bizness here)- You can tell I’m on a date.I am wearing a tie. He asked me out this past Tuesday for a wild evening of bowling and deep conversation in a dive bar-like atmosphere. I accepted, even though I’m not a “bowler,” overmuch. Except. Our {Read More}
Writers Are Just The Worst.
February 25, 2013 By 8 Comments
Last night, I had a deadline. More accurately, last Monday I had a deadline. Now, here’s how I generally work on plays:-IdeaIDEAidea, wouldn’t this be fun? (Four months.)-Plot Out The Things What Happen. Bonus- Add some dialogue which, while not truly belonging anywhere, is wicked funny. (One month.)-Freak out about character development and scrap the whole thing. (One month.)-Realize I am left with nothin’. Bring some people/dialogue back. Write more appropriate-to-nothing funny dialogue. (One month, minus two days.)-Pull two all-nighters and {Read More}
Sunday Night Funday Night.
February 11, 2013 By 3 Comments
Peej sure knows how to keep the excitement going ’round here. Last night, as we were prepping the gals for bedtime, he acknowledged that the left side of his face had gone completely numb- something that had been growing in intensity since the night before, along with painful ear pressure. (He had mentioned this when he got home on Saturday night, but me- awesome wife that I am- told him to
January Date: Ice Skating (And Nary A Trip To The E.R!)
January 21, 2013 By 10 Comments
If I had to choose something I loved more than my husband, I’d have to say Re-enacting Scenes From My Favorite Movies. (If I HAD to.) Even the Russian judges liked us. This past Saturday, I didn’t even to pick between them. Because P.J.’s Christmas present to me was twelve months of Chicago dates. You know, the place where we live and of which we continuously extol the virtues but rarely have time to a) date in b) Chicago? He {Read More}
2013 Is For Nappers.
January 2, 2013 By 4 Comments
Kinda like the Baby New Year (and her sister)…but noisier. Happy Day After New Year’s Day! Which isn’t a real thing, but I’m still in yelly, celebratory mode from this intense holiday season! So, I’ve gotta say, I enjoyed the heck out of my miniature blogcation- which is the last time I shall utter that word, I promise. (But I did.) It’s been a kinda crazed past few weeks, and it was nice
Important Vs. Crucial.
December 12, 2012 By 2 Comments
Keely: Hey, what do you think about this for Zu’s big Christmas present? P.J.: That’s cute… Keely: And Nora is gonna love this… P.J.: Thanks for doing all of this. Keely: How much should we spend on stocking stuffers? P.J. (leaving the room): It’d be great if we kept it under x amount per person… Keely (calls into the other room): I was also going to buy some bubble mailers on Amazon-
Trees And Panic And Church. And Drinking.
December 3, 2012 By 6 Comments
“I have no idea what’s happening!”- Suzy I’ve been feeling very behind, rather frantic, and Not. In. The. Holiday. Spirit. At. All. And as ads (and Facebook) have been reminding me…there’s only a few short weeks left to get it all done. And this made me panic. Until I realized that it’s December 3rd. THIRD. Not twenty-third. This is actually the official start to the Christmas season.
