Happy Chicago Anniversary!

Today is my one year anniversary in Chicago. Celebrate by drinking cheap champagne with friends while watching High School Musical. Once that's over go to the airport to meet your mother and sister for a weekend of girly fun. Because that's what I'm doing. :)

Oh Elena...

Elena is really the glue that holds this thing together.

Goodbye Coffee Life (Pt. Dos of the weekend that rawked)

I officially don't work at unamed coffee shop that I will now call Starbucks because that's it's name. Now if I use the word Starbucks on my blog, I won't be fired because I don't work there. Starbucks.

My friend Katie is done working there as well. Last Saturday was her last day so we said good-bye with a little pre-celebration evening extravaganza. That made sense in my head. Look at this Starbucks gear that I can put on my blog because I can't be fired for putting it here because I don't work there anymore:








In truth working there was great. I loved working for Starbucks....that sounds so corporate, but it's true. They've always been good to me. The part that sucks is the early mornings and...the customers. I am one and I know I suck. People don't realize what they do to the poor Barista's behind the counter. All I ask is that next time you purchase coffee at any coffee establishment...smile, ask how the Barista is doing, and remember that even putting only a nickel in the tip jar does count for something.

My Weekend Rawked...Pt. Uno

Friday night I had a date with a group of talented writers I am writing a show with. Isn't that funny? Writer's writing a show....the comedy and timing is amazing. Dinner and a movie. How romantic. Griggs and Brett Lyons came along too. We saw King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters. That movie is really good. Like, maybe one of the best movies I've seen in 6 months or so... Afterwards we did our best Steve Weibe impression.


You know what's not funny? Louie telling us all to wear sweater vests and then not wearing one himself. Nevermind that Curt and Brian didn't wear one either. Jeannie and I wore one. It's okay though. We had a nice family dinner to make up for the lack of sweater vest. Lots of fun was had by all.

Curt and Brett shared their hopes and dreams.














Brian and Griggs laughed at people being funny and the fact
that pizza parties are just plain fun.


















I'm not really mad about the sweater vests. Louie is moving and all of his are packed, so it's understandable. Brian and Curt both wore fun pants so that's equally as fun.

Yay Funnn!

Fun With a BMW

I have Zipcar. I love Zipcar. I don't really use it often, but I like knowing that I can rent a car at any given moment for whatever I please. Like this Tuesday I rented a BMW to go to Trader Joe's. Why a BMW? Because why not.

My love affair with the Beemer started when I first got to drive one on a course with my dad several years back. If you've never driven one, you've never truly driven. For serious folks. This one had a start button.



My friend Katie accompanied me. We kept piling on groceries until our cart actually started veering to the left at every push because it was too full. We would worry and then remember, "We have a car." The answer to every problem and situation Tuesday was, "We have a car." I even bought a filing cabinet because, "I had a car."

Zipcar Zipcar Zipcar. BMW BMW BMW. Both companies are totally paying me for every time I use their name in this post.

Also, yesterday...I found $50 lying on the ground in front of an abandoned warehouse. Not kidding. Pretty awesome.

On Hold...

I finally have a decent picture of my Dirk Nowitski. Isn't he handsome?

Last night was my first 5b show at iO. It's crazy to think that I've almost lived here a whole year and classes at iO are officially done. Over. Finite. You know what else? The show last night was a lot of fun. My class was the first of the night and I went in the first group. Then I got picked for the Grasshopper show.

The best part of the evening was watching my girls. Tahnee and Alexandra are both in the 9 o'clock group. I was like a proud mamma watching my girls perform. And they were so good. So lovely. So beautiful.

At this moment I'm on hold with RCN. I've been on hold with RCN for 50 min. I've been on the phone with them for 53 minutes, but 3 of those minutes were actually spent talking to a live human. I'm hold again and the first thing I thought to do was blog. Blog blog blog.

A Fun Little Saturday...

Tahnee and I signed up for a free Shakespeare/Stage Combat workshop. Didn't make it to the workshop. I went to the wrong building and Tahnee was almost late to the right building, but not early enough to figure out how to get me to her. So, we met up on a streetcorner, did some window shopping and ate some lunch.

We got fortune cookies. Our fortunes were terrible.

Tahnee's read, "Face any problem with dignity."
Mine read, "Be tactful, overlook your own opportunity."

Really? Really? Whatever happened to things like "You're kindness and generous of spirit will be returned to you tenfold," and, "A smile is the shortest distance between two people."

Those are uplifting. I did find a dress for my sister's wedding finally. It's pretty awesome. Once I get some pictures of me rockin' the little black dress there will be pictures posted all over the damn place because that dress is my new favorite thing.

Saturday night I went to watch The Wizard of Oz in Oz Park with James, Katie and Sherman. Tahnee had to work. It was fun. There were so many dogs. We did not sneak in wine and I definitely do not have a spider bite that looks like a hickey. Actually I do. I have a spider bite on my neck that looks like a hickey. I can't wear my hair up because I think people will whisper and point at my hickey looking spider bite. Boo...


After the movie, Katie hit James in his lower heart. She swears she didn't do it. Pictures don't lie K. Clady.

These guys are funny.

They were also my first improv teachers. The one with the boxers and the beard at the beginning, he's the reason I moved to Chicago. Thank him. Actually, I should thank him because moving here has been pretty awesome.

I will warn you the video starts playing immediately and there is a shrill scream at the beginning. If you're in your cubicle, you might want to turn the volume down.





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I had a lot firsts while taking classes at Four Day. It was the first time I did improv, the first time had a boyfriend, and most importantly the first time I smoked a cigar. Wait...my dad doesn't know that. Now he does.

A Very Rotic Evening...

Let me give you a quick explanation of the word "rotic:"

rotic - romantic, without the man.

I believe it was my friend Melissa who coined that phrase a few years ago. A rotic evening is usually spent with close girlfriends. They are awesome. It's like a date night without the date.

My friend Heather is moving back to Ohio for a few months and we spent last night sipping champagne and listening to jazz in a candlelit club downtown. We dressed up and did our hair. It was fabulous and quite rotic indeed. I'm going to miss Heather, but alas we all must do what we have to do sometimes. Hurry back Green.

I would also like to introduce you to the newest edition to the Molly household:


This is Dirk Nowitski. The fish. He's pretty awesome. So awesome that in the only picture I have of him (the one above) he lets off a brilliant glow and looks as though Heaven itself is summoning him for great things...or something of that nature. Come by and say hi to him, he likes people. And if he really likes you he will blow bubbles at your face. I call them kisses.

What Goes Around Comes Around...

I've always sort of believed that. Really. I got an e-mail from my good friend Melissa a few days ago. It proves this little saying to be true.

A few years ago I went on a mission trip with my church in Los Angeles, along with Melissa. We flew to Albania for awhile and played with kids. It was amazing. What was not amazing was the travel experience. It was awful. The only thing that didn't go wrong was us not dying on the way there. Pretty much everything else frustrating and weird happened. I would love to tell you the whole story, but we'd need a bottle of wine and a few long hours to sit and chat about it.

The cause of most of our problems getting to Albania and back home again was Alitalia Airlines. They were terrible. Even the Italians hate them and they're an Italian airline. This is the e-mail Missy sent me:

I was reading The Economist at work today (I know, I'm lame), AND guess who is desperate for someone to buy out their company as they lost over $785 million last year?

ALITALIA

Ahh, that is music to my ears.

Miss you and love you!

I don't relish in other peoples pain. Except for right now. Sweet sweet revenge, victory, whatever you want to call it, it's sweet.

By the way, I miss you and love you too Melissa.