La Belle Vie

melancholy, alcoholism, and other fun games

Maybe it was the champagne at brunch. Maybe it was friday's acute realization that, since i'm going to new york and columbus the next two weeks, this was my last weekend in chicago before i move back into the dorms. Whatever the reason, all day saturday i couldn't shake the feeling of living in a Hemingway or Fitzgerald novel. Something about the day just had that sense of youth in decadent, anesthetized decline. Like, we went to the beach but it was almost empty, and it was unsatisfying because the sun wasn't quite warm enough and there were biting flies that stung our legs and made us leave after just over an hour. And we went to dinner in Little Italy, and were walking up the street enjoying a lovely evening when we saw a car crash and people crying.
Finally, at the end of the evening, when we were sitting in Nichols park drinking boones and smoking hookahs and cigars, i managed to come back to contentment and lose the sense of being trapped in Tender is the Night.

Here are some things that excited me about the weekend:
-Saw The Aristocrats yesterday and it was hilarious, as expected. And my gods i'm in love with Jon Stewart.
-Isaac and i, completely randomly and on a whim, decided to investigate the possibilities of opening a restaurant in Hyde Park after we graduate. I don't know why, but there's something i like, A LOT about this idea. I can hear my father yelling at me from the future about this.

The bad thing about having an ongoing flirtation with your bartender being your only substitute for a love life...you tend to want to spend a lot of time at the bar. Anyone up for Jimmy's tonight?

love y'all

posted by Monica @ 11:09 AM