I have a friend who is a concierge here in Chicago. A really good one too I might add! The perks that come with being a concierge are amazing and I only got a little taste of that last night. I think it would be most appropriate to tell you about the evening in song, so here goes nothing:
I ain't high class but I ain't white trash
This song was what played through my mind as I walked into Sunda. This place is classy... clean and elegant. Everyone swirling and sipping a glass of wine. Everyone is networking and adding contacts to their BlackBerry. All the women are wearing black dress boots with heels and discussing reality TV. Waiters are walking around handing out mini take out boxes of chicken salad, sushi, steak on a lemon something stick, tuna, shrimp eggrolls, miniature cookies and more wine! Here I am on the concierge's arm in the midst of all this; Sparkly shoes from payless, tan courdoroy jacket, all the items that would be in my purse in my pockets instead. The one thing I had going for me was that I had the presence of mind to shave my armpits in the shower. :) It would come up inevitably, but I was still off kilter when someone asked me what I do. Uhhhh. I work for Moody Bible Institute. haha. In the Residence Life office. hahaha. I answer nervous parent phone calls. hahahaha. "That's nice" they said and then turned to network with someone else. hahaha. I cannot blame them- I'm a nobody to them. They were nice- very nice, they could not help it I do not belong in that world!
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..... I'm hungry (for you)
The food was delicous but came in very small portions. This left me feeling pretty hungry...I did get a gift bag upon leaving.... which included a sample size bottle of very expensive alcohol made from rice. That will be a nice regift. :)
Love me, love me say that you love me
I don't know that the lyrics as much as its association in the movie "HOT FUZZ" is why it came to mind, but this is how I felt at the play. It was Broadway in Chicago, but there was no way to enjoy it if you were over the age of 5. The actors tried- some of them had amazing voices and a few had great dance moves, but there's not a whole lot you can do with a bad storyline/script. I know it may sound harsh- like I am talking about something I know nothing of... and maybe I am. But the dialogue was so painful at times. The concierge and I spotted a few older women leaving the theatre in their FURS!!One of them which was bright red!!! Seriously, did they not know what 101 dalmations is about?!?! It felt good to laugh so hard... and try out some of the new dance moves we learned last night on the sidewalks of Chicago. :) We were inspired to "be a little bit braver... " hahahaha.
I'm Going Home (Michael Buble' or Daughtry... which ever version you prefer)
Before going home, I stopped by the friendly 7-11 and scored a hot dog and fro-co. This truly is where I belong and I wouldn't have it any other way.
It was like a Chicago Social Magazine picture come to life and it is fun sometimes to pretend you live the high life. I'm thankful to the concierge for indulging me in the pleasure of it.
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