What happens when you combine 10 amazing women, 9 blogs, 6 iPhones, 2 Blackberries, 2 tiaras, 5 funny accents (including 1 Canadian who says "eh" alot and "aboot") and mix with copious quantities of alcohol, a lot of insanely good food and 1 testicle-shaped red velevet cake for 3 days in the Windy City? You get totally, incredibly awesome.
So Lilsaej and I totally traveled to Chicago wearing tiaras and I will say this: traveling while wearing jewels on your head is awesome. Mainly because everyone treats you like royalty and/or thinks you're a beauty queen. One woman actually came up to Lilsaej and asked her what pageant she was representing. I near about died. Please excuse the classy bra strap I'm flashing and also the dude behind us. I don't do Photoshop. I don't know how to erase him.
There were 5 of us. That would have been like, 2 whole taxis. So we took a limo. Natch.
AndreaAnna gets her Twitter on. There was a lot of that this weekend. Twitter that is.
Native Chicagoans are laughing at me right now because they've known about this for sometime (probably anyone who watches Oprah too) but OMFG Garrett's cheese caramel popcorn is magically delicious. I know - cheese? Caramel? It sounds God awful but it's like heaven in a little bag.
The amazing Annabelle Speaks (whose freezer I covet) and Pseudostoops who was our unofficial tour guide while we were in Chi-town and picker of the most delectable dinner spots.
I couldn't go to Chicago and NOT be a tourist so Saturday morning Harmzie, Lilsaej and I went to the top of the John Hancock Observatory aka Big John aka The John. This shouldn't seem like a big deal but I have a crippling mild fear of heights so 94 stories up is kinda sorta maybe just a little bit HIGH. Anyways, this is a shot of a snowy Navy Pier.
This is my awesome, arty skyline shot which basically involved me turning my camera on an angle. Annie Liebowitz - watch out!
You have not lived until you have had deep dish pizza from Gino's East. It's orgasmic. Literally.
This is what your plate looks like after you've eaten TWO whole slices. And for the record, the only reason there is crust on my plate is because I didn't want to be a complete oinker and and eat the entirety of 2 slices bigger than my head so I left some crust behind to look daintier than I really am.
This cake says it all. The inside was red velvet. I took a picture of that too but OMG - I am not cruel enough to actually post it.
The morning after.
The awesometastically incredible women of TwitHER 2010:
Top (from L to R): Pseudostoops, Modern Matriarch, McMama, Cass. Just Curious (photog extraordinaire who actually took this badass photo that I have now co-opted for my blog too!)
Bottom (from L to R): Belle Plaine Living, Moi, Harmzie, Back to Me, Lilsaej.
Not Pictured here but pictured elsewhere on this page: Annabelle Speaks.
The weekend was, in a word, fantasticredible. There was shopping and pizza and beer and Tweets and Irish car bombs and chugging contests and flirting and red velvet cake and tapas and salami in the morning and snow flakes and martinis and fondue and mimosas and tall buildings and new dresses and dancing and massages and shiny gold shoes on sale for $24.99 and sleep and love and laughs and an all around fabulous time. The only thing missing (as per my dear friend AndreaAnna)? A pool boy. Next year we're so doing this shit someplace tropical.
The more I see that tiara picture, the more I realize my eyebrows are overtaking my face. Must. Make. Appointment. And where is my upper lip? Placing a call to my dermatologist wouldn't hurt either.
I'm so glad that I was able to participate in such a fabulous trip. I'm even happier that this non-blogger was accepted into such a fantastic group of strong women.
It was truly one of the best weekends ever!