This weekend has been fantastic in many ways. It started with a low-key Friday, catching up on sleep with a nighttime nap ending at 3 am, wee-hours reading and Audible shopping, resuming sleep at 5 am to wake up at 8 am and get ready for the busy St. Patrick’s Day festivities.
While I first I thought there isn’t enough time to meet everyone I was supposed to meet– girls who I used to be neighbors with back in Manila, some relatives who I haven’t seen in years, a friend of California coming to town who I haven’t seen in months… and they day wore on without actually meeting up with these people. I spent the whole morning studying, and during intervals when my brain requires respite, I would check my phone and figure out what the plan for the day was. Some people were in bars, others walking down the street looking for bars to get into, some in mid-transit to Chicago, and others were roaming around Chicago with a detailed tourist itinerary, oblivious to the fact that it was a busy St. Patrick’s day despite the streets being swallowed in green.
At 7 p.m., Terence and I found ourselves walking to a bar that we knew wasn’t too crowded nor charges for a cover. We had pairs of Irish car bombs and beers, moved to the loud music spewing out of the speakers by the dj booth behind us. We grabbed dinners afterward, and since we each had separate party plans– we went our own way to wherever we were invited to, locations that were one train stop from each other… and both of which turned out to be bust.
His party was an invite-only French party which ended earlier than when they got there. Cops showed up and broke the party, so he ended up going to a friend’s place to hang there. I got to the area of town where my Mandy who just got in town from LA was eating dinner with some of her Chicago friends, but due to wonky mobile reception, erratic internet connection and miscommunication—and irritation toward people in the area in general– I ended up hopping back on the train, choosing to go back home than deal with the Wrigleyville scene for which I had no patience.
Sunday was a little better– though I didn’t wake up at my ideal time to wake up (6 am), I woke up from a good sleep feeling well-rested, which Sundays should always be for. As soon as I woke up, I made my way to the gym, and after that, spent some time sitting on the balcony floors, basking in the sun with an iced water and Kindle in hand.. balcony reading at its finest. I had my version of Salad Nicoise– salad, shredded carrots, white mushroom, greek potatoes and lemon dill tuna. It was the perfect Sunday lunch. Right after lunch, I went to the Willis Tower to meet relatives from St. Louis. They were: my dad’s brother, sister-in-law and their kids and grandkids, most of whom I haven’t seen since I was a little girl, and some of whom I was meeting for the first time.
We went up the Skydeck, where we saw the breathtaking view of the city, although after being to so many similar towers and having experienced similar sights, this was a little less special. It might have also been because we spent more time catching up on the benches, watching people take pictures of each other by the glass deck floors. After more than an hour of chatting amongst ourselves, they wanted to stay for a few more minutes, but since it was already late afternoon, I excused myself saying it’s time for me to go home… I still had chores to finish before the week begins.
Though I missed to see some friends, I like weekends like this because it allows us the chance to connect, if not in person, by phone. This is the type of weekend I like, and I have to remind myself to seek others out more often, especially those who I already know and spend more time together, more frequently 🙂