12 September, 2010

Unsuitable For Children (Pt 4)

Since we're on the subject of people fucking people over... I think it's time to revisit why I'm unsuitable for children. Generally, I don't care if people do shitty things. But once the shittiness is done to me, it's something else. 

4) I'm very vindictive

I won't get into what I'm going to do to a certain person that has been mentioned in the past couple of posts.  Mostly because the plan is in its early stages and not much has happened. But as soon as it does... I'll let you know. 

Here's the thing. I'm nice. Very nice. Too nice, even. Don't take advantage of that. You'll wish you hadn't. 




11 September, 2010

Fortunes

I like when I clean out my wallet after a long day of shopping. I just like getting rid of the evidence of a good shopping binge before I get yelled at my the boyfriend because I'm not supposed to be using my credit cards.

Today, however, I didn't really shop. I just went to one store. Got what I wanted and left.

I was cleaning out my wallet (read: taking my credit cards out so that they can be hidden from me) and found a fortune. Yeah, like from a fortune cookie. Apparently, the last couple of times I've cleaned out my wallet I didn't do that great of a job.

I haven't had Chinese food in like months. And last month, I did a hell of alot of shopping. I usually don't keep fortunes unless they're really good. Or I find them funny, or something along those lines.

This one reads: Treasure your good memories and you need not worry about ending a banquet.


Um... okay? I have no idea why I kept this one. I have the ones I keep on a cork board. And realized, I don't really keep that many fortunes. Or maybe I don't eat enough Chinese food.

Crappy phone picture of the fortunes I found.

Yeah, I found 3 other fortunes on my cork board. Maybe there are some more hidden on there. I have too many things tacked on there. 

The first one says: Someone is interested in you. Keep your eyes open. 
I kept this one because I thought it was hilarious. I had just broken up with someone and thought it was the fortune cookie gods being assholes. 

Second: This is your day to call the shots. 
Fuck yeah it was! I got this one when I went to lunch on my birthday. 

The third: A message from a distance is coming. 
I had just joined PostCrossing, a community that allows you to send postcards to people all over the world. It's pretty fun. I sent out my first batch of postcards and was patiently awaiting to receive my first. One weekend, I had Chinese food with my dad, and got this fortune. Two days later, I got my first postcard from Finland. 

06 September, 2010

Walk faster!

Why do some tall people walk so slow? I think that if you have longer legs you can cover more ground in less time. When I'm walking with my friends, I generally have to power walk just so I don't fall behind.

So, yesterday when I was going to my dad's house from work, I had to take the 'L'. I had to take the Pink line to the Clark/Lake station (the station where practically all colors meet), to take the Brown line. So I get off and have to take the little bridge to the other side to catch the Brown line.

For non-Chicago people, or people have never been to Chicago or have experienced the 'L' here's a picture:

I was in the Loop area


As I got off the train car and headed I noticed someone was sitting on the stairs (another pet peeve of mine, since there are a lot of benches on the platform). I had to merge into the stream of people so I wouldn't kick the girl sitting on the stairs. It wasn't so bad just a couple of people, and I was on my way up. I noticed a train was coming, and I thought it was mine, so I wanted to hurry to the other side.

I'm hustling up the steps and there are the two slowest people on Earth in front of me! Ugh. One I didn't mind too much, it was an old man who was having trouble going up the steps. I can understand that one. Then, there was this other guy. Young, able-bodied, healthy, and TALL.

Maybe I was the only person on the planet who was in a hurry yesterday. I don't know. Usually the rest of the city is so fast paced and I'm yelling "slow down, bitches!". Did I not get the memo that it was slow day? Maybe my Blackjack is barely receiving the message. I don't know.

I'm trying to move back into the fast lane, so that the old mad won't feel like I want him to hurry up and hurt himself. So I move next to him, all while looking back to see what train is coming. Tall guy was playing with his umbrella and jamming to his ipod. I think he was listening to Spice Girls. Or at least that's what it sounded like.

We're finally on the bridge part that goes over the tracks. From there, you can generally see what train is coming. I couldn't tell. I wasn't sure if it was Green or Brown. Fuck! The way things are going, it's going to be the Brown line, and I just got a call from my dad telling me to hurry up because the steaks are almost done.

I'm trying still to move around tall guy, but his Spice Girls song has him walking in a zigzag. Fuck, tall guy, walk in a straight line. My dad's making steak, and I really want a steak! I haven't had a piece of meat in over a week. Move the hell out of my way before I throw my ipod at you!

The train is getting closer, and I still can't see what line it is. And every where I want to move, tall guy beat me to it. I change my playlist because I think Death Cab for Cutie is causing me to have such bad luck with people's walking speed, and turn to Nicki Minaj.

In my head I thought, if I go down the stairs where everyone is going to, maybe Tall Guy will go the other way so he can still zigzag. Nope. He went with the flow. Everyone started hurrying because Nicki Minaj told me to tell those bitches that she said "We got Tom Tom’s over here bigger than a monster!"

No. Not really. But those are lyrics to her song. The train was coming. And of course, everyone thought it was their train. Finally, I'm on the other platform. Patiently awaiting the Green line train to stop. Wait? The Green Line?! I hurried for nothing?! Of course I would.

Oh, but the story does not stop there. Tall Guy also got off on the same Brown line stop. We had another similar little dance on the stairs of the station and we ended up on the same bus. Thankfully, he got off two bus stops before me. I swear if we both got off on the same bus stop, I think I would have slapped him. Not even for walking slow and in zigzags, but for listening to the Spice Girls.

03 September, 2010

Wedding Bells ... In the Distant Future

It's inevitable that I'm going to marry my boyfriend, Ivan. I'm not forcing him to marry me. We're that dreaded "engaged to be engaged" crap stage because I promised my parents I'd graduate from college before getting hitched. Thanks to my cousin, Gladys, I have to fulfill the promise. Not just to my parents, but to my grandmother. (Side note: My cousin Gladys was either a sophomore or junior in college when she got engaged. A while later, she got married. She promised my grandmother she would still finish school even though she was married. That didn't happen. She had a baby and never graduated. So the pressure is on!).

Anyway, I found the PERFECT place for the reception. It is the Harold Washington Library, in downtown Chicago. Even before weddings made me feel fuzzy inside, I was in love with this place. Not just because it houses thousands and thousands of books. But it has the most amazing party hall.

When I was in 8th grade, I was awarded with a trophy for having perfect attendance from 4th to 8th grade. The Chicago Public Schools held a dinner for all the students that had perfect attendance and were graduating from either 8th grade or high school. That year, 2001, it was held on the 9th floor of the Harold Washington Library (HWL).

Yesterday, I had to go to the HWL because I forgot a book I needed for my Children's Literature class. Since my friend Samantha and I had 2 hours to kill before our next classes, I invited her to come with. On our way there, I told her how I wanted to have my wedding reception there. She thought I was crazy. After getting the book I needed for class, we decided to wander onto the 9th floor so that she could see what I was talking about.

Coming in from the elevators

These pictures really do not give the location justice. It is beautiful.

Me: This is the place where I want to get married. 
Sam: Oh my god, Lily, it's so pretty. 
Me: I'm in love with this place.
Sam: I thought you wanted to have your reception among the books. I didn't think it had this. You have to invite me!

Samantha took the pictures with her phone (hence the crappy quality and the slight tilt). She had to remember the beauty. She said my eyes were watery the entire time we were there. I believe it. As I look at the pictures, I feel warm inside. I feel that this is the place that will witness my first moments as a married woman. 

The end of the hall. 

The only thing now, is to convince Ivan that we need to have a reception. I have a list: 
1) Our Mexican families will not approve of us eloping. 
2) If we elope, we can still have a party.
3) If we elope, we can still have a party with an open bar. 
    a) Said party with open bar will sit better with our families. 
4) Registry = PRESENTS!


There are similar doors on the opposite side. The other doors are open and have a mural.

Even though I know I'm not going to get married any time soon, I want to start planning. I want to book this place NOW. I want to pick a wedding theme, colors, flowers, bridesmaids dresses, china patterns. 

I just sit back and think, how for the longest time, I believed I was going to be single for the rest of my life. In fact, I have said it a million times. And I used to refer to my boyfriends as "future ex-boyfriends" as if I were predicting that our relationship would not last. I remember when I told Claire about my unofficial proposal. We were having dinner at Elephant & Castle. She cried. I didn't think it was a big deal. But when she said it "You're going to get married, Lilz." I knew there was truth to it. 

I hate to emasculate my boyfriend, but the first time I told him that no matter what I did, or who I dated, I only ever loved him. His eyes watered a little. I think we both started hinting about marriage earlier this summer. Some time in June, I told him in a drunken text "I wanna marry you". It was kind of left alone since I was drunk, and wasn't really something that should be taken seriously. 

Then he said something along the lines of "You'll have to do it because I'm your husband". 

The next time was something along the lines of him saying, "I want to be with you forever". 

During one conversation I said, "I don't plan on having any future boyfriends". 

And then the day. 

A little back story first: My friend Diana has this thing where she says I'm not allowed to go to Vegas unless she goes with me or I'm already married when I visit. She feels that I'll get so drunk that I will lose all my money and marry a complete stranger. I'm not going to lie, but it does sound like something I would do. 

Okay, back to the day: My sister, Ale, was going to Orlando with my aunt Lupe, her girlfriend, her girlfriends' daughter, and [my aunt's] ex's daughter. When they dropped off my "cousin" (ex's daughter), I was asked by the ex why I wasn't going to Orlando. 

Me: I have to work. 
Lupe (to the ex): She already went on vacation when she was little too. (This was true. I had already been on a lesbian vacation. I had gone on a Mexico trip with my aunt and the ex when I was 9). 
Me: Plus, I'd rather go to Vegas!
Ex: To Vegas?! That's where all the honeymooners go. Why do you want to go there?
Me: Just for funsies.
Lupe: Next time [girlfriend] and I go to Vegas, you can come too. 

I immediately texted Ivan. (I love that my phone holds a million texts) 

Me: My aunt just asked me if I want to go to Vegas next year. 
Ivan: I wanna go to Vegas again so bad (He has family there)
Me: OMG, if I go ... I'm going to lose alot of money
Ivan: Good thing I don't gamble.
Me: I don't usually. But it's Vegas! But I won't marry anyone.
Ivan: Not even me?
Me: Only you. 
Ivan: :)
Me: In Vegas? [Chicago]? Both?
Ivan: Where do you want to? 
Me: Anywhere. 

This is the only decoration I don't like. 

Anywhere is the Harold Washington Library.