Over the weekend, I went to a fantastic BBQ at my friend Linda's place. First, she lives in this incredible Chicago apartment in a neighborhood where most apartments are small and crappy. I know. I've looked. Anyway, I was shocked to see how high her ceilings were, like fourteen feet. Wood floors throughout, of course, and transets over every door. Big kitchen, enclosed back porch, parking, BBQ area, laundry. Did I mention it's a two bedroom? Oh, and the landlord installed these cool motion sensor lights that go on whenever you get near them in all the hallways. It's a diamond in the rough of the near westside.
Then, if the surroundings weren't enough, we had a virtual buffet of savory foods like seasoned shrimp skewers, pork and veg kabobs, sweet potato with ginger, fresh greens salad, fresh guacamole, fresh black bean dip, steak! Also, my hostess made a huge pitcher of the best sangria ever. It had a special ingredient which I can't reveal. Secret. There was also beer for days and days. Lordy! Then, to top it all off, the company was perfect. Everyone was able to enjoy the group vibe. I met some very interesting and funny people. A couple of them work at Columbia where I received my BA. They described the place as incestuous. HA! It's true. They were refering to the faculty but, trust me, it's true all around.
There were two weird things that happened that night. One, someone drove down their street and decided to dump their garbage on the street! One of our hostesses tried to call them out but they just drove away. Idiots! Then, as I was leaving, I saw some guy passed out in his car, only he was parked in the street. I mean, he was right in front of a parking space but not quite in it. Linda's friend went up to the guy's window and was like "hey, dude, wake up!" The guy must have been blitzed. HA!
So that was Saturday. Sunday I had my second volleyball league day. I love playing on the team and this particular league is really great because they teach you how to play the game right. I never knew about proper ways of hitting the ball, what was legal , what wasn't. I never really knew about proper positioning on the court. I've learned to serve like a pro, swoosh, right over the net. Unfortunately, I also took a fall like a pro onto a hard gym floor and managed to severly sprain my left wrist. It didn't really hurt Sunday night, so I kept playing. It was about 1am Monday morning that I was awakened by a pain so intense I almost cried. However, I went to the doctor (Cook Co., which is another story) and he gave me Vicodin (sp?) and Ibuprofen. He said I should be okay in a few days to a week. Doesn't really matter as long as I can play by Sunday. HA! It's true.
