And then there were four...
I wish I could say that I've had alot of girlfriends in my life, but the truth is I have not. I have prided myself most of my life on being the adventurous, independent, thrill-seeker - keeping guys as my close friends and reveling in their attention. Being a bit of a tom-boy, I never understood girls (or my mother, for that matter). My idea of having girlfriends seemed more of an obligation than a privilege.
It was when I first moved to Chicago about 7 years ago, that I began to discover the true meaning of having girlfriends. My party life began to take it's toll on my finances and I took a part-time job at a yacht club, where I met E. She was beautiful, vivacious, intelligent - hell, alot like me! She, too, was "into computers" - a perfect match! We bonded instantly and began to go out together after working the yacht scene - sharing our "boy stories", our career frustrations and the like. Our spirit together was definitely infectious (especially with the men)- and together, we were on fire!
Through E, I met S - who was good friends with L. L was a gorgeous Canadian redhead in for a weekend tour of the city. She was also in computers and looking to move to the big C and so the four of us decided to hit one of the street fests L was just a little quiet for me (or so it seemed - it turns out I am just extremely obnoxious and she uses her voice precisely when she wants to!) I really liked her and just had a good feeling about her! Not sure exactly what she was going to do about moving here or where she wanted to live - and upon the awesome time we had during Guinness-fest that September day, I immediately asked her to be my roommate. She said yes and L and I became wonderfully close and remain good friends today.
Through E, I also met C on the beach playing volleyball. C was this dark-skinned, athletic beauty - I really couldn't make out her nationality when I first met her. Turns out she's American - with a little East Indian background! I realized I was a putz for not thinking beyond my white-bread Wisconsin upbringing. Anyhow, she was super-tall, and really fun - kind of a wild-child - something I didn't expect our of an med student! Yes, she was going to be a DOCTOR. I was drunk on the sidelines and in my work outfit - so I was hollering obscenities just being crazy- and trying to flirt with the cute boy she was playing with..(there is a story there - but I'll save it for later) I think we decided immediatly that we would need to hang out more and so now there were four (S lived kind of far away and didn't get to see us much)! The invincible "Sex and the City" girls...before they ever existed! Before I knew it, I was sharing stories, getting crazy, dealing with life - and with a group of girls who were just so amazing! I began to realize what a lucky girl I was!
Through these girls, I began to blossom into womanhood. To realize the qualities that I had not seen in my struggle to be a tomboy. Beautiful, sexy, smart, vivacious, and so full of life! That was us!
The memories I have of these good times, and of other events in my life could not all be captured with photographs...so reminiscing about myself today, I realized that as horrifying as some of the stories turned out - I never want to forget them -ever.
So this is a work in progress - a small book,if you will, of the amazing life and times I had in Chicago.
Some of the events pre-date and post-date the Chicago era; some are embellished, but most are amazingly, abhorringly true. I miss you guys.
It was when I first moved to Chicago about 7 years ago, that I began to discover the true meaning of having girlfriends. My party life began to take it's toll on my finances and I took a part-time job at a yacht club, where I met E. She was beautiful, vivacious, intelligent - hell, alot like me! She, too, was "into computers" - a perfect match! We bonded instantly and began to go out together after working the yacht scene - sharing our "boy stories", our career frustrations and the like. Our spirit together was definitely infectious (especially with the men)- and together, we were on fire!
Through E, I met S - who was good friends with L. L was a gorgeous Canadian redhead in for a weekend tour of the city. She was also in computers and looking to move to the big C and so the four of us decided to hit one of the street fests L was just a little quiet for me (or so it seemed - it turns out I am just extremely obnoxious and she uses her voice precisely when she wants to!) I really liked her and just had a good feeling about her! Not sure exactly what she was going to do about moving here or where she wanted to live - and upon the awesome time we had during Guinness-fest that September day, I immediately asked her to be my roommate. She said yes and L and I became wonderfully close and remain good friends today.
Through E, I also met C on the beach playing volleyball. C was this dark-skinned, athletic beauty - I really couldn't make out her nationality when I first met her. Turns out she's American - with a little East Indian background! I realized I was a putz for not thinking beyond my white-bread Wisconsin upbringing. Anyhow, she was super-tall, and really fun - kind of a wild-child - something I didn't expect our of an med student! Yes, she was going to be a DOCTOR. I was drunk on the sidelines and in my work outfit - so I was hollering obscenities just being crazy- and trying to flirt with the cute boy she was playing with..(there is a story there - but I'll save it for later) I think we decided immediatly that we would need to hang out more and so now there were four (S lived kind of far away and didn't get to see us much)! The invincible "Sex and the City" girls...before they ever existed! Before I knew it, I was sharing stories, getting crazy, dealing with life - and with a group of girls who were just so amazing! I began to realize what a lucky girl I was!
Through these girls, I began to blossom into womanhood. To realize the qualities that I had not seen in my struggle to be a tomboy. Beautiful, sexy, smart, vivacious, and so full of life! That was us!
The memories I have of these good times, and of other events in my life could not all be captured with photographs...so reminiscing about myself today, I realized that as horrifying as some of the stories turned out - I never want to forget them -ever.
So this is a work in progress - a small book,if you will, of the amazing life and times I had in Chicago.
Some of the events pre-date and post-date the Chicago era; some are embellished, but most are amazingly, abhorringly true. I miss you guys.
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