Chicago hanging out with my sister. Without my husband or my children. Without work. Totally relaxing. And absolutely indulging.
I arrived in the Paris on the Prairie Friday night, and enjoyed a lovely evening of sushi and a movie. On Saturday, we fought through the St. Patricks Day revelers to shop on Michigan Avenue for something to wear to our brother's upcoming wedding. Then, after a lovely late afternoon nap followed by a delightful late afternoon mani/pedi, we ate an insanely delicious dinner at an Armenian restaurant. Sunday, we got hot stone massages, and then ate lunch (more sushi) and walked around Lincoln Park. Oh my how I love you Armitage & Halsted.
And now, I accept, its time to stop doing things because "it will be"/"is"/"just was" my 40th birthday.
While being in a great city was fun, what made the weekend so perfect was, of course, and undoubtedly, the pleasure of the company. My sister. My insightful, intelligent, wickedly funny, and beautiful sister. We've lived and traveled together to Newport News toVirginia Beach to Israel to Disney World to Silver Spring to New York to Paris to Truth or Consequences to Baltimore to Columbus to Chicago to San Francisco. To Denver. What, you're staying in Chicago? I guess its time for me to settle down too.
And the fact that I'm here, happy, at 40? There is no way I would have made it without her.
It was a great weekend with my person. Next big birthdays? Little sister - 40; big sister - gulp, gasp, can there possibly be enough carbs to help me deal - 50.