*It’s really really windy downtown. They’re not kidding when they say “cooler by the lake.” The meteorologists will never say how much cooler, tWhen I get off the train in the suburbs at the end of the day, it feels like I’ve driven 300 miles south.
*One of my roommates, we’ll call her “Manice” to protect her identity, let my two black tank tops dry on the bottom rung of the drying rack. Well, the Tank Top Bandit struck again. We’ll call him Shachi, to protect his identity of course. Somebody’s belly is filled with two pieces of black camisole straps. “Can’t we just sew them back together?” Manice asked as she pieced the broken straps together, forming a loop the size of my wrist. “Does your arm fit in that?” I asked.
*I think I’m assigning celebrity faces to regular people. I thought I saw Kelly Cutrone from Bravo’s “Kell on Earth,” walking into Bloomingdale’s today. Nah, just a regular girl. Then I thought Suze Orman got on the elevator at the ADA. Wrong again.
*I’m amazed at the shoes girls wear in the city. Don’t get me wrong, I love shoes, and I’m a high heels kind of gal. But I’m allowed to wear gym shoes to work, and I take full advantage of it. Would my outfits look better with some kick ass stilettos? Of course. But I would not be a fun girl to be around by the end of the day. You do A LOT of walking when you work in the city. I’ve worn heels twice since I started here and both days I went home cursing.
*Chicago has its advantages and Fort Wayne had its advantages. But it’s time for a story that will award a point to Chicago. Purses. The girls here have better, more stylish purses. I can say this with full authority, because I am a purse slut. The purses many girls carry in Fort Wayne are just ugly. Mostly because they all think they’re super stylish because they carry Vera Bradley. I know some people be hatin’ on me because I’m calling out Fort Wayne’s darling but, in my opinion, 98.4 percent of the Vera Bradley bags are ugly. The solid color ones aren’t bad-I have a black one I like.
*When you do a ring check in Fort Wayne, odds are the guy is married. Switch that in Chicago. Awesome. Marriage is for chumps (Until I do it).
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