Wednesday, March 11

I’ve decided I officially hate my birthday. Every year during the horribly unpredictable but generally cold month of March it comes and goes and nothing really good happens except maybe I end up with some extra cash or some good presents. The whole day everyone wants to know what you want to do and constantly feels the need to make sure all the attention is on the person whose birthday it is. I loathe being the center of attention and deciding what a group of people should do so my birthday is by no means my favorite day of the year. I enjoy celebrating other people’s birthdays a whole lot more than my own because then it gives me an excuse to put all the attention on someone other than myself.
This year my birthday started off good with a trip to the Chicago Diner with Heather and Mackie. It was really good to see Mackie and to get to see him while stuff my face with delicious vegan nomage. After that the day slowly but surely went downhill. It started raining, and anyone who knows me well can tell you, I HATE THE RAIN. I’m pretty sure I was a cat in a past life. I hate getting my hair and clothes wet more than anything in the world because I’m an extremely tactile person and the feeling of wet clothes and hair on my skin makes me super uncomfortable. Heather and I then ventured into the rain to go to the planetarium [which sucked] and the Museum of Contemporary Art [which sucked equally as much]. Then we came back to Danielle’s [which sucked] and attempted to warm up after being completely soaked by some really cold rain. The only other good part of the day, other than getting to spend it with Heather of course, was getting to eat vegan German chocolate cake from the Chicago Diner while talking to my mom, dad, grandparents and Bill on the phone and avoid the intense awkwardness of hanging out with Danielle and her 33-year-old roommate Wes. Today was slightly better, but not particularly due to the fact that it was 20 degrees and super windy [go figure] the entire day. Heather and I went to the bank with Danielle and then parted ways and sat in a café that had wi-fi for an hour so we could spend time on the precious Internet. We mapped out our plans for the next few days and attempted to find places that sell temptations vegan ice cream because it is the most wonderful substance known to the dairy free part of the human race. On our way back to Danielle’s we decided to stop in at Veggie Bite for some cheese fries and milkshakes because that seemed like a pretty solid lunch choice, and let me tell you, it sure as hell was. Holy delicious! I pretty much died and went to heaven, not only because I was eating fries with fake cheese on them, but because they were some of the best french fries I have ever tasted. If you’re ever in Chicago, head over to a Veggie Bite and get an order of cheese fries and an Oreo milkshake. I swear you will not be disappointed.
Despite all the delicious vegan food I’m tasting and new things I’m seeing, I’m pretty ready to be back home. Don’t get me wrong, Chicago is absolutely amazing and I know I will definitely come back here sometime in the future, just not to this place that I’m currently staying at. Sleeping on the floor of a grimy apartment with a drugged up girl and 33-year-old dude is not my thing. I’m ready to be back in my own bed.