We’re going to Colorado at the end of May, and I’ve convinced myself that I need new clothes.
Because the clothes that I have and wear every day simply won't do.
I mean, of course there are other reasons why I need new clothes... (Not any good reasons, but a couple of fake not-so-good reasons that I've made up in my head.)
Like - "It's almost summer!" - therefore - "I need SUMMER clothes!" ("Summer clothes". As if the only clothes that I have in my closet are made of wool.) "I don't have, like, ANY shorts." (I don't. I don't know what happened to them. They're just gone. Did I even wear clothes last summer?) "I want, like, CUTE summer clothes."
"Cute" summer clothes. Not any of these crappy, not-cute 2017 Summer clothes. Ew. "I need, like, something I can wear for summer concerts." (Have not been to a 'summer concert' in five years. I am officially the sad-almost-thirty-year-old that pretends she is still young and cool enough to go to 'summer concerts'.)
You can tell this based on my recent purchases -- three pairs of ripped up denim shorts. At $70 each.
EACH. Seventy dollars. For pants that aren't even real pants. And have the word "Wedgie" in the title...
Before we could even DISCUSS plans for Saint Patricks Day, I had already made up my mind that I wanted to go into the city. It's tradition that Chicago dumps green food coloring in the river that runs through the city, and the whole day is just one big-huge-ginormous Saint Patricks Day party. All of the people from all of over the land come to Chicago to party it up. They wear green, and watch a parade, and have a grand ol' time.
And I told my boyfriend - again, before anyone ever said anything about Saint Patricks Day - "I want to do a blog post about it."
Full disclaimer: I am not a photographer. Sure, I take a lot of pictures – but that’s essentially all I am: a picture-taker. When purchasing a new camera, photographers are people who consider things like shutter speed, lens selection, aperture, and various camera-words-that-I-don’t-know-because-I’m-not-a-photographer. Meanwhile, in the other camp, a “picture-taker” will pick out a camera based on… “I don’t know, is it easy to use? Is it heavy? Do I have to know stuff about cameras to be able to use it? Will it take better pictures than my iPhone?”
These are all real questions that I asked when searching for a new camera.
Photographers don’t like picture-takers (I’m just guessing). At least they don’t like the picture-takers who like to call themselves photographers. (Again, I’m just guessing.) I feel like if I had taken a lot of time and practice to hone my craft, I’d be pretty annoyed with the person who shows up with an iPhone and an Instagram account and refers to themselves as a “photographer”. Congratulations, you officially have as much photography experience as Chrissy Teigen (who, for all I know, could actually be a very skilled photographer.)
I would love to be the kind of blogger who can start off a travel diary by saying, “Earlier this year, I booked a spontaneous trip to Las Vegas!” and make it sound totally normal. Like I’m the whimsical kind of girl who does this sort of thing all the time. “It was completely spur of the moment, tickets were cheap, and I thought – hey, why not! Let’s go to Vegas!” “Hey, why not! Let’s go to Vegas!”
is not something I’ve ever said in my entire life. I was whimsical for about twenty minutes. The twenty minutes that it took for some woman on the phone to convince me that Vegas was all the rage. “Oh, you haven’t been to Vegas?!”
She asked in a tone that suggested ‘but eeeeeveryone’s been to Vegas!!!’
. (But, like, in a nice way? I don’t know. It was weird.)
The woman calling me worked for the hotel chain that I frequently use when traveling for business trips (therefore they assumed that I would have the money to, you know, travel). “Now is a GREAT time to come out to Las Vegas.”
She said – (as if she would have called me to say, ‘You know, maybe now is not such a great time’) – “We just opened up a BRAND NEW hotel on the strip...