tommy and i attended a cubs game last night at wrigley field, which turns out to be less than a mile from my apartment. it was a drizzly, cool night, and tommy asked the box office guy for "the cheapest seats you've got," and he gave 'em to us, alright. we ended up in the very last row of the upper deck behind the third base line. unfortunately, it was also the spot where all the wind in the entire world converges, so by the start of the game i was huddled into a ball, shivering in my thin, long-sleeved shirt. i even resorted to the detestable popping of the collar in a feeble attempt to gain some warmth. tommy looked over at me at one point and said, "you are so. screwed. this winter." i just chattered my teeth in agreement.

besides freezing my ass off, i found wrigley to be a pretty charming ballpark. it seems incredibly small and twee, after the concrete bohemoth that is RFK stadium; there are plenty of bars surrounding it where you can grab a pre or post-game drink; the bleachers situated on roofs of buildings behind the outfield are adorable (what's the story with that, anyway? do people charge to sit up there?); and the concessions were yummy. also, this is just me stereotyping and looking at folks through misty, out-of-towner, suburban-raised rose-colored glasses, but everyone i ran into at the game seemed like a very salt-of-the-earth type character. i know, i'm ridiculous. but the concession stand folks were all scrappy and droll; a group of old men in satin cub jackets brought along a slew of marching band instruments and played them in between every inning; and i don't know! i just like chicago!

tommy and i only stuck around for five innings or so, due to the aforementioned-freezing-off-of-ass, then raced down clark street through the rain to get some killer margaritas, which were indeed killer, yummy, and huge. today i make a foray into the unknown wilds of my neighborhood: GROCERY SHOPPING! i even bought one of those little drag-along grocery carts that old ladies use and plan on pushing it back and forth like the ancient 25 year-old that i am. and i better go soon: the contents of my fridge right now, as they stand, are 12 bottles of water, and, uh, a brita filter.