So yesterday was... odd.

This weekend was blessedly quiet, peaceful, full of bubble baths and good food (as well as studying and cleaning of apartment). For those of you who were worried about my mental state, it has at least temporarily readjusted to sane.

I also would like to indicate that hot bubble baths are THE cure for stress. Really. I recommend flipping through bridal magazines while you soak.

Ahhh.

And then there was yesterday.

Morning - got up late and darted to where my car was parked in hopes of avoiding a ticket from the street cleaning meter maids of death - failed. $50. Ouch. I will, however, survive.

Afternoon - took off for Peets coffee and tea on North st. and was actually productive - read Plato's Republic and attempted to check email. Saw a polaroid of the "Peet's customer of the week" who apparently best "exemplifies the Peets Spirit". Spent an appalling amount of time contemplating what the "Peet's Sprit" would be, judging from the clientele and decoration it would be Fraiser with a caffeine addiction and need to sit on unreasonably high chairs.

Then I went for some retail therapy at Target.

I get a call from Al - she's down in the loop and wants me to come see the Midnight Circus production.

So I drive to the loop - attempting to find a spot, and forgetting that I am actually an hour early I hastily park my car and run to Daley plaza.

Along the way I am accosted by 4 large men who yell after me (I swear) "Junk in the TRUNK! Look at that ass! Baby get over here!" Flashing them a smile, I scampered over to the plaza to find that I had arrived and hour early.

This hour was spent wandering around lot 37 in the middle of the city, chatting with circus folk, a pit bull named Lola who only knows commands in German and a couple of men dressed as: dead bellboy, muppet, lion tamer, and I can only suppose er... lycra boy? The really unusual thing here is that they weren't dressed up this way because of Halloween, but rather – just dressed for work.

The show was rained out, so I hung out in the trailer for awhile then Al and I took off to pick up my boy at work, who indicated that he really really wanted to celebrate his internship being 1/3 over.

Off to Uncle Hulios Hacienda where we consumed vast quantities of meat, liqour, and were waited on by a man in spandex sporting a JF on his chest, a yarmulka, and a hair pick - yes, he was Jew Fro. After the liqour and flan this all started to make more sense.

And then, upon parking my car back on Winthrop, a very short Hispanic man accosts my boyfriend (with Al and I in tow)

“Hey man”
“Yes?”
“I feel a little silly asking about this, but I’m looking for…” he whispers something in my Boy’s ear very earnestly.
“Sorry man, can’t help you. Katie, let’s go”

Al and I question him later – what did he want?
“Oh, sex. He said he needed a date, a date, you know sex, sex, man.”

Ah.

Apparently he thought that Eric was clearly a pimp for Al (dressed in a flannel zip coat and jeans) and myself (in a sweater and jeans balancing a large orange Rubbermaid container on top of my head). Clearly we are the most undercover whores around.

Yeah – it was a day.