I have no idea what to title this post. It’s merely a recap of my weekend…cause you see, I had the most amazing one I’ve had in over a month.  No Small Town, Oregon wasn’t jumping off like that (well actually they were) but I missed it because I was miles away in Chicago.  Man I love Chicago.

Let me just tell y’all that 2 weeks away from love is torturous!  Those 14 days seemed like eternity in hell.  I didn’t tell him that because I am trying not to make this long distance seem any worse than he already thinks it is.  Every night when we hang up the phone I just wish that we were together so that I could put my hand on his cheek and give him a soft kiss good night.  Every morning I wake up and he is the first thing on my mind.  All that compounded for 14 days…..whew.

Seeing him, being in his city, being in his arms, just being with him…it was great.  I won’t tell you about the passenger who had a heart attack on the plane cause us to do an emergency landing in Boise and causing me to miss my original connection.  I won’t tell you about that long ass trip home.  But I WILL tell you that he showed me HIS city…HIS way.  I saw the west side, Hyde Park, Bronzeville, that big ass arena where the Bulls play, and some other areas that I just can’t remember right now.  It was FABULOUS!  We had our own version of date night.  The funny part is his extreme effort for normalcy.  I think I’ve concluded that extreme passion IS normal for us.  I can’t describe it as anything else but amazing.  The reason I say that is because I still remember having the conversation with myself where I determined that passion is what I really wanted.

But this post isn’t about him…..it’s about our weekend.  Y’all, my baby took me out to eat Friday and it was the best meal I think I’ve had.  EVER.  We went to a restaurant called MacArthur’s Restaurant in West Chicago.  OH MY GOODNESS!  I wish I could tell you the entire menu but all I can remember is baked barbecued chicken, smothered pork chops, spare ribs, Salisbury steak, fried catfish, baked catfish, greens, macaroni and cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy, candied yams, I think I saw some corn….hell I can’t even remember.  You got 2 pieces of your meat of choice and 2 veggies.  I had the pork chops, greens, and macaroni and cheese.  My baby had the spare ribs, macaroni and cheese, and candied yams. (Baby I just realized you didn’t get any green veggies!  Shame on you).  Anyway, that damn food was so good I ate mine and some of his.  The plates are HUGE and they fill it up.  Food running all into each other and shit.  It was great!  And you KNOW it was home made.  Every single bite tasted like somebody’s grandmama was in the kitchen with her head tied up, talking bout the old women at church, and chopping greens…cause only somebody that can COOK knows about putting some red pepper in their greens.  DO NOT PLAY!  It was sooooooooooo good.  They even had banging desserts.  I didn’t have any but I know they were good.  Once again, only somebody who KNOWS something about cooking puts chopped nuts on top of red velvet cake baby!

After dinner he gave me an extremely romantic view of his city by the lights of the night.  Imagine me swooning…

Then we went downtown to see Why Did I Get Married…which was sold out.  BUT to hell with the movies…..there wasn’t just a theater.  There was a bowling alley and a sports bar.  So we hung out over in the sports bar and made new friends.  Gotta love new friends…especially new drunk friends.  Saturday was just absolutely heaven.

Sunday was even better but not as much activity.  We laid around the entire day watching football.  We ate breakfast, watched football, slept, watched football, went to Hooters….and watched football.

There you have it…..if you’re in Chicago you MUST go to MacArthur’s and then to the movie theater downtown with the bowling alley and sports bar.

I just hope you don’t have to go to the airport like I did.  That was the worst part of the entire weekend.  Saying goodbye always is.