Monday, December 18, 2006
Last weekend I went to my hometown, Chicago. Sweet ole’ Chicago.
It was, as usual, a great trip with the only regret being that I should have stayed longer. Nonetheless, I was able to spend a day with my grandparents helping them with decorating the Christmas tree, go out on the town and see new friends, then going to lunch the following day to catch up with old friends.
I got in a little late Friday night and basically ate dinner and hung out with Anthony and his roommate Dave. Then Saturday I went to the grandparents’ place for a visit. Saturay night was another thing. Met up with people – Jean included – and nearly drank myself to death at Cocktail with my old neighbor Val (another opera fanatic) and friends. Sunday was rough. Nonetheless I was able to make it out to a lingering lunch with my old fried Gregg and the rest of the UIC gang (Kira, Melody, Neena, as well as Gregg, Dave, David, and Manny).
Before I knew it I had to go back to the Big Apple with all its allure. But I don’t forget my Chicago friends who know me more than anyone and have seen me through thick and thin. Old friends, old friends!
It was, as usual, a great trip with the only regret being that I should have stayed longer. Nonetheless, I was able to spend a day with my grandparents helping them with decorating the Christmas tree, go out on the town and see new friends, then going to lunch the following day to catch up with old friends.
I got in a little late Friday night and basically ate dinner and hung out with Anthony and his roommate Dave. Then Saturday I went to the grandparents’ place for a visit. Saturay night was another thing. Met up with people – Jean included – and nearly drank myself to death at Cocktail with my old neighbor Val (another opera fanatic) and friends. Sunday was rough. Nonetheless I was able to make it out to a lingering lunch with my old fried Gregg and the rest of the UIC gang (Kira, Melody, Neena, as well as Gregg, Dave, David, and Manny).
Before I knew it I had to go back to the Big Apple with all its allure. But I don’t forget my Chicago friends who know me more than anyone and have seen me through thick and thin. Old friends, old friends!
# posted by otas : 8:53 PM
