After people find out that an entire crate of lemons has dropped into my lap (I was *ahem* eliminated), they all pretty much say the same things. It’s a mad lib that goes like this:
(insert extremely negative adjective like “horrible,” adverbs in expletive format like “f**king” are also acceptable).
I’m so _____.
(insert emotion, most commonly it is “sorry”).
But everything happens for a reason. You’ll _____
(insert a positive verb phrase that implies something very encouraging about my future, e.g. “bounce back”)
And in the meantime, this will be a great chance for you to _____!
(insert another verb phrase that has nothing to do with working).
That last one is funny. Everyone has the most interesting suggestions for what to do with myself after I march right out of this office’s doors. Take a break. Catch up on reading. Catch up on blogging. Cook. Bake. Travel. Hm, travel. Now that’s an idea.
The problem is, I hate flying. I also don’t like the beach, so suggestions of jetting off to the South Pacific to catch up on my reading on some remote island does not appeal to me at all. I’d rather walk up three flight of stairs and layout by the pool on my rooftop. And it’s October here, so that’s how much I don’t want to fly to the beach.
So instead, I’m going to party like a rockstar in *dramatic pause* . . . Chicago! I know Chicago isn’t the first destination that comes to mind when thinking of places to go on a vacation. It’s not exotic. It’s not exciting. Chicago is a business trip. In fact, it’s a business trip I’ve made several times already. For fox ache, you may ask, if I’m going to stay within the 48 contiguous states, why wouldn’t I go to the Big Apple?! Baby steps. I don’t think I can last more than three hours on a plane. At least, that’s how long my dosage of xanax will have effect. Besides, Chicago was my home for a whole summer...
I guess five years of travelling for consulting (which probably has a little something to do with why I hate flying) is paying off now – a whole backlog of airline miles and hotel points. So I’ll be flying out there at the end of this month, staying in a lovely hotel overlooking the lake, and I’ll have a rented car in which I can tool around the Windy City, from...restaurant to restaurant. :)
Restaurants. Food. Eating. I can’t wait. I’ve already started thinking about where I want to go and what I want to eat, but it’s been a while since I’ve been to Chicago. Though their restaurant scene is probably not as fickle as LA’s, I can’t imagine that it’s exactly the same. Back then, I went to places like Blackbird, Emilio’s for tapas, Frontera Grill & Topolobampo, Gino’s East and Giordano’s, Salpicon, Reza’s...I can’t remember them all. I never made it to Charlie Trotter’s, though. Here’s a secret: the day after the airline tickets were booked, I made a reservation at Charlie Trotter. LOL! But I know there are other restaurants I have to try, I just don’t know what they are. Time to do some savvy research, and maybe ask for some suggestions. Suggestions, anyone?