They were fortunate enough to be here for Chicago's rainiest day in history (or the rainiest day since they've been keeping track of that sort of thing). I made sure they had plenty of fattening Chicago food like pizza and stuffed French toast since they're both looking rather skinny what with having gym memberships and all. And they took turns making sure I didn't drink entire bottles off wine by myself. We went shopping of course. I'm not sure how I've been bumbling through stores without them. I bought my first ever real-life makeup counter makeup. For years I have been wearing brown eye shadow when I really should have been wearing purple eye shadow. Why has nobody told me this before?
I'm pretty sure I'm the only one that didn't cry during the weekend but only death, my brother (I think it's a deeply ingrained little sister defensive response), Oprah, and Extreme Makeover Home Edition can make me cry. Molly ate olives (which is really the quintessential image of Molly for me and no, I don't know what that says about her or me), and Megan somehow skated away without plucking my eyebrows. She is the best eyebrow plucker I know, and I can't believe I missed the opportunity.
Because I am a fool, I have no pictures of the weekend. Clearly it only occurs to me to break out the camera when Jack is wearing funny clothes. Luckily, this is not the first time the three of us have been in Chicago together. I scanned these pictures from a trip we took over winter break in college 5 or 6 years ago and we can pretend they apply. The first is of course Megan and Molly posing with mannequins in what was at the time Marshall Fields. The second is in the Rock 'n' Roll McDonalds.
2 comments:
you cry at Extreme Makeover? Yowsa. We need to keep you away from "What Not to Wear."
I can't believe you posted the mannequin picture. I had practically forgotten about that. Lovely post. We'll have to visit again. Perhaps we aim for the snowiest day in history this time.
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