For Martin Luther King, Jr weekend, Selma and I ventured west to Chicago to visit Gurl, my former roommate. Yes, the snow was intense. No, we were not involved in the eight-car accident we saw in Marshall (hamdillah!). We made it in five hours, and once we properly celebrated our arrival by changing into sweats, had three glorious days to enjoy ourselves and our independent womanhood.
While I have only been a handful of times, I have decided that I love Chicago. And I'm not talking 'luv' or <3, but actual... love. Mm, love. :)
While in the editing process, something happened to the paragraph leading up to these links. Blah blah blah, this is what the girls and I laughed at, for hours, instead of doing things like Showering, Eating, or Showing Up On Time To Anything. Please enjoy.
Scarlet takes a tumble!
...shoulda put a ring on it.
B-I-R-F-D-A-Y.
I just ate a grape and I...
Two-minutes in heaven.
And, an old favorite: my boyfriend* gives me a present!
*I've already cleared the use of 'boyfriend' with Boyfriend, don't fret.
The rest of our weekend was spent at IO, Shedd Aquarium, bonding with the CTA and squeezing in a brunch with Mr Patel. Oh, and planning my going-away party. And talking about Morocco, that thing I have** to wear on my head, etc.
**It's actually worn by choice, and I made that choice. Muslim women are not oppressed, or repressed, or depressed. More on this later, inshaAllah.
Selma and I returned safely, hamdillah, on the night of MLK Day. Then, 'twas back to the real world... and the realization that that was probably my last true American road trip for a while.
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