Apparently I've wandered into Martha territory. That means I need to update my blog more.
I have to be honest. Living with Colin makes it a little easier not to update things. Not much happens, and if something does, he's going to post it and do so more eloquently than I could hope for. Other than school and work, I had kind of a whiskey week, and I've been coming to terms with getting my last semester done. That's actually a good feeling, and something I hadn't really thought much about until now.
Started to explore the neighborhood a little more recently, and it's starting to grow on me. We went to Whirlaway the other day which is this really small bar around the corner from us. It's a tiny place with a couple small tables, a couch, the bar itself, and an out of place pool table. The barmaid is this really nice older lady named Maria.
She asked for my id because she didn't recognize me, and talked to me for a few minutes about being in the neighborhood, having a birthday coming up, and saying that her son was also born in 1980. When I was leaving later, she came by and told me to come in to celebrate with them, reciting my birthday back to me. It was funny.
I also stopped by a mexican bakery near the El that has all sorts of pastries and cookies and breads that I don't really know much about. I bought a few things, and having high hopes, tried them. Mostly, they weren't very good, but I suppose it could be nice if I get a craving.
Ha. I just noticed that this title has nothing to do with the post. I think I was going to write about something else.