You know you wanna!

Flashmob alert!! That’s right, it’s time for anotha one! It’s your chance to cross “star in a flashmob” off your bucket list. This time it’s going down on Saturday June 30, 2pm at the Bean in Chicago’s Millennium Park. Check out the moves in the video below (easiest choreo yet, to enable maximum participation!) and get your butt over there. You’ll be glad you came (; *brought to you by lululemon 900 N. Michigan Ave and their incredible dance ambassador Karim Tonsy*

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Flashmobs Rock

It just dawned on me that I never shared the final product of our flashmob on Michigan Ave! Without further ado, I present Chicago’s Sexiest Flashmob brought to you by lululemon athletica rush & 900 and friends! Yeaaaaa I workout. (That chocolate m&m has nothing on us.)

Chitown Chopper Ride

This is what a super badass skyline looks like from inside a helicopter.

I don’t think there is anything better in life than scratching something off your Bucket List, #amiright? The anticipation, the excitement, the out of the ordinary to-do on your daily list…I wish I could scratch adventure list items off everyday. (maybe I should look into that.)
Chicago has about a bazillion tours you can take in order to check out the city, but the helicopter tour by far takes the cake. Here is a sampling of my photos from a birds eye view of the city. Shout out to T-Dub for co-piloting this adventure, Rotorzen Helicoptors for legitimately piloting the operation, and Living Social for making it affordable.

Go Sox Go!

Bear down Chicago Bears!

Chicago River gettin' rowdy

Coming atcha from the Eastside

A new take on my favorite pier

Wouldn't be a complete tour without a little LSD.

Gold Coast's finest

The Hancock up close and personal

Do you see the blue water tower in the center of the pic? That's my crib!

2 birds with one stone: Bulls & Blackhawks looking good this year!

It will always be the Sears.

Everyone looks great in super awkward head gear.

T-Dub wears it much better.

T-Dub, SJ and the Brown Bullet

Pequod’s Za

I LOVE pizza. I typically eat it in some form at least 3 times a week. And last night I may have found the love of my life. I’m typically a thin crust girl, as the last 10 years of my life I’ve lived no where near decent deep dish. However, now that I’m back home my world of food has been flipped upside down.

Last night I went to Pequod’s Pizza in Lincoln Park and had my world rocked. The line was absurd but we waited regardless. Conversation quickly turned to the origin of the name, which happens to be the ship that went after the great Moby Dick. Wait, it gets better. Please note the hot pink thong around the whales head. Yes, that’s a thong. Apparently according to our waitress (who stalled 3 times before finally telling us the significance) “Moby Dick went down for a slice of pizza pie and came up with those on his head.” Yes, this is a family establishment. The owner was actually  there, running around like he usually does on crazy weekend nights with his long, grey, braided pony tail. He looked like a guy I’d sit and have a beer with and I’m pretty sure he’s had his fair share of pie in his day.

The pizza was INSANE. A caramelized crust?? You’ve got to be kidding me. Here’s a quote from the menu: “Our deep dish is baked in cast iron pans blackened by decades of seasoning. The overflowing cheese emerges from the oven as a halo of caramelized crust.” I nearly j’d my p’s. I know, I have a problem when it comes to bread and cheese.

To top it all off, Rum & Cokes were $5 for what seemed like a triple and it’s a pretty legit sports bar with tv’s all around to watch the first Blackhawks win of the season and the usual Bulls overtime loss. Come for a visit and I’ll take you for a slice of the best pie you’ve ever tasted (;

PS I’m eating my leftovers right now, which if baked at 350 for approx 15 mins will blow your mind just as well.

Rado to the Chi

I’m 2 weeks out from moving across the country, leaving one home for another. I never saw it coming this soon, but when does life ever play fair? My emotions over the whole situation have been out of control, and for that my friends I apologize. We all know I can be a hot mess at times, but I truly appreciate you all for appeasing my extreme hot mess-ness as of late.

A summary timeline of my thought process over the last month and half:

Gut reaction? Hell yes. 1 week in: Hmm. Series of unfortunate events: This is going to be way harder than I thought. Unexpected response: Ok! I got this. Another series of unfortunate events: Aaaand it’s time for me to go.

Today while on a blog blitz multitasking the packing of my relocube: Let’s do this.

I can’t say I haven’t been extremely butthurt about leaving Rado the past few weeks. You would be too if you had to leave an amazing bubble of sun and snow, where people run around playing all day. I’ve got a sweet gig at a killer company, amazing circle of friends who have nearly become my family and the biggest adult playground I’ve ever come across in my exploring. A lot of people would say, “Nah, I’m good right here.”

On the flipside, I’ve always told myself I’d go home if the right opportunity presented itself. A dream job working for my mentor to launch my career, the official Chi-town crew and actual family, all in one of the (in my humble opinion) sickest cities the US has to offer? Pretty much the opportunity of a lifetime right I’d say. I’d be violating my own personal morals if I didn’t go. Not to mention the line-up of events this year in Chicago are epic, in which case my presence was required anyway.

Time to grow up and go get my dreams. As scary as that is, I’m ready and waiting to go rock it.

I’ll be back Rado, I’m not done with you yet. But in the meantime, I will be enjoying my new view.