This weekend was supposed to be so rad!

Friday was one of my Summer Fridays – meaning I could leave at 2pm. And for once, I actually did!! I had big plans to take a SUPYO stand-up paddleboard yoga class at North Ave beach. Except it was windy and it wasn’t safe and the class was canceled. Bummer.

It wasn’t too late to sign up for a class at CrossTown Fitness.


That class kicked my butt! So I undid all the damage from the class (that’s how that works, yes?) by re-fueling, Pilsen-style.


Tacos & Churros

On Saturday morning, I woke up in pain. I guess I slept weird on my shoulder? It hurt. A lot. I mowed down some ibuprofen, because I had plans to check out the hot dog festival at Schubas.


The hot dog fried in an egg roll wrapper (top left) was my fave. The hot dog festival was tasty, but between the heat and my shoulder, I was kind of miserable and didn’t stay very long.

That night we had plans to go to the Lollapalooza after show at Thalia Hall to see Gogol Bordello. It would have been an awesome show! But my shoulder pain got worse. Despite taking way more than the directed dose of ibuprofen*, I was miserable and brought to tears by the pain. So we skipped it. Whomp whomp.

Worked for IUD cramps, but not this. Go figure. I got worried it was something more serious, and consulted Dr Google which is never a good idea.

Thankfully, I felt a bit better Sunday morning. But my husband got called into work. Which is not rare, since getting his new job, he’s frequently had to work over the weekend.

And upside, this arrived 

Definitely into at least one of those things. 

Anyway, this is so not the Summer of Us. Oh well. We’re not hot weather people. We’ll make it up in the fall… hopefully.