Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Chicago Part 2

I meant to upload this post of the remainder of our Chicago trip after my first one but I was sidetracked by waffles, followed by a weekend filled with champagne and chocolate. Forgive me?
  
The morning after the theater completely reflected our mood. Still on our Phantom high, we rolled out of bed and into the sunny streets to get breakfast. 



Let me tell you, if you have a obsession love for bagels, go to E.leaven. They are big, puffy, doughy clouds of happiness and they are anything but stingy with the cream cheese. 





With the multitude of polar vortexes that have hit us, we took any chance we could get to be in the sun. 


That is . . . until we found the chocolate corner . . .  




We each picked out our favorites.
Just one for each, portion control, you know?







Back out on the street, I saw something that blurred my vision and sent the angels in my head singing. 
The American Girl store. 


If you were anything like me when you were younger, there was nothing more glorious than American Girl dolls. All I wanted was to take my Samantha doll to the store and have a tea party. I'm a few years late but I finally made it. 




It was everything I dreamed it would be. You can get your doll's hair done 

Get her ears pierced 

And eat sweets together.  

I got a glimpse into the magical tea room but since Samantha was at home, I couldn't get in.  

Eventually it was time to pack up our stuff and head home. 
It was the best weekend with my favorite lady. 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

Happy Galentine's Day!

If you're a Parks and Rec fan (I already like you), you'll be well aware that today is the best day of the year: Galentine's Day! If you don't watch Parks and Rec (I still like you but you should seriously change this), it's a day where ladies celebrate and appreciate their lady friends. 
Leslie Knope puts it much better:


So find a diner . . . 

Order some waffles (with extra whipped cream) . . . 

And celebrate your lady friends.

Happy Galentine's Day! 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The Music Of The Night

When I was younger, I loved when my Mom told me the story of a man who wore a mask because his face was deformed, that lived in the vaults of an opera house in Paris. He fell in love with a ballerina and there is a magnificent moment when he makes a chandelier come crashing down!
She left the more dark and morbid details of the story for when I was older but that never changed the way I felt about it. 
So, when I found out that the Phantom was playing in Chicago during my Mom's birthday, I figured it was fate. After months and months of waiting (and singing), the weekend finally came.



For dinner we just happened to stumble across Eataly (there was no clever planning on my part, obviously). 







In case you were wondering, yes, it was even better this time around but that also could be the Nutella talking. 


 After rushing home to change, it was Phantom time. 








 



I know you're not supposed to judge a book by it's cover but . . .
Aren't books more enjoyable when they have beautiful bindings? Homey restaurants always have the best food? Plays are more brilliant when the theater is spectacular? Well, I don't think theaters come much more spectacular than this one. 









The show was beyond words. It was everything I ever dreamed it would be and more. 
If anyone gets the opportunity to see it, go! You won't be disappointed, promise!

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