We bought our Christmas tree on Sunday. I love getting a tree and decorating it, but the hunt is not really my favorite. We looked around the lot a bit, Merc pointed out a few good options. I liked the first one he pointed out, so I considered it for a few minutes, checking it out from all sides. Yep, this is the one. So I told the worker, I found a tree and showed him where it was.
“Oh, you pick a good tree!” he said.
“Some people look and look and they pick the worst tree, but not you. You know trees!”
“Well, thank you” I said.
Never really been complimented on my tree-choosing skill before.
Our last day in Chicago was a blustery 14 degrees. We woke up at 9:00am and checked the weather…feels like 0 degrees. So we went back to sleep for an hour.
When we finally did step outside, the wind caught my breath. Merc uttered his now famous line, “It’s not that bad.” But before we had gone 1 block, we were searching for a warm place to duck into for a break from the arctic climate. While waiting for a light to change, we heard a little girl crying behind us. “Mommy, I’m cooooold!” Now that was truly sad. Poor kid. Not surprisingly, they ducked into the restaurant behind us and we chatted for a bit.
Merc and I hit the streets, ducking into buildings for warmth about every 2 blocks and finally made it to Michigan Ave. We headed to Ethel’s for my favorite hot chocolate in the whole world. After that we hopped a cab to the Threadless store (our yearly homage) and then headed next door to Pastoral, a cute little wine and cheese shop. We grabbed provisions for the night and headed back to the hotel.
Cold, yes cold for sure, but it was still fun. Love that place.
The last few days of our Chicago trip were the coldest I have ever experienced. I know that a lot of people live in freezing places and think nothing of it, but I am from California…and now that I am from Southern California, I am an even bigger weenie when it comes to the cold.
On Thursday night hubby and I ventured out to dinner, it was 1.2 miles to the restaurant and we walked. It was 20 degrees, but I was a good sport and hoofed it with my hubby who likes to walk. By the time we reached the restaurant, I was practically a popsicle. I pulled my gloves off and my hands swelled up and turned bright red. After we ordered our food and some hot tea, I looked at Merc and said, “We’re taking a cab back, right?” He answered, “Oh, hell yes.”
Well, I am loving this cold weather, although I have not been so brave as to venture out into it for very long. I am glad that Snow did not lame out on me like Rain did back in Cali. We’re not having crazy storms or anything, but I caught a few flurries/flakes and it is quite lovely. I don’t know that I could live in it, but to visit once a year is quite nice…and sets me up just right for Christmas.
Baby, it’s cold outside…