Good morning chickens!
And happy first (real) snow of the year.
Or unhappy, I suspect, if it’s affecting your commute.
Last night I headed out to River Forest, where we hung out at Molly Malone’s, eating pub food, drinking to celebrate my brother’s birthday, and listening to really cool Irish music.
Also, there’s a fireplace.
So it might be my new favorite spot in the suburbs.
Anyway, after walking (a mere two to three blocks, but still, it was cold and snowing in my face) back to my parents’ house, I realized:
a) my brother driving me back seemed like a poor solution. Everyone drives like an idiot during the first snow, and also, he had two birthday drinks, and no needs a DUI on their 21st birthday (or really, ever. Take a cab. That is all).
b) I was not about to embark upon an hour long, two-el-line encompassing ride home.
I will do a lot of things in the name of being an urbanite, but that is not one of them.
So I stayed in the suburbs for the night, and will now trek into the city for work, suburbanite-style.
Wish me luck (although to be clear, I’m not even in the type of suburb that requires a Metra train, so I’m not sure this even counts as real suburban commuting).
Also, I was treated to a lovely site as I woke to the snow this morning outside of the city limits:
Have a lovely Friday, chickens, and don’t forget your snow boots- so glad that the weekend’s heading our way!