Huh?

There are way too many things in my head that I'm dying to get out, but I've been really drained and tired the last few days so I keep putting things off.

Some of the most random things happened to me today.

Hate to sound so cliche and trite, but man does this city never sleep. Any time of day or night there are people walking around with purpose; on their way to a fun party, evening event, or late night dinner on a terrace. Women daintily walk arm and arm with well-groomed men in crisp suits, all while teetering on sky-high heels. Girls my age walk around in Versace sunglasses, too cool to crack a smile, clutching their ginormous Chloe bags (that I want...badly) as their Prada heels click down the sidewalk. Everyone looks glamorous.

The other day Allison and I were walking to Banks and LSD (home to one of my crazy ex's and home to her new boyfriend...coincidence? Let's just say I hide my face everytime I enter the building) and we saw this woman slowly gliding down the sidewalk arm and arm with her husband(? boyfriend?). She was wearing a Jackie-O type suit that was all white along with her opaque nylons and strappy four inch heels. Adorning her head was an ornate small female bowler type hat with a curtain of white netting coming down and therefore covering her face. She had on garish bright red lipstick which made her lips look like two bleeding crescent moons next to her pale ghostly cheeks and she walked slowly like she was regal and we should know her. People just stopped in mid-stride and stared.

But I'm getting off track here. Tonight I walked over to Allison's after work to watch the season premiere of Grey's Anatomy and eat a scrumptious dinner. On my short walk I decided to start paying attention to the divine and absolutely drool-worthy items in the storefront windows of Oak Street. After falling in love with a pair of dark purple Prada heels and a white Chanel peacoat, I saw one of the most ridiculous things I've ever seen in my entire life.

It stopped me dead in my tracks. In a store window close to Michigan Avenue was a mannequin of a tiny kick-me dog, and adorning this dog was the most elaborate fur coat I've ever seen. You heard right. A fur coat for dogs. In a storefront window. For sale. On my street. This fur coat had a high-necked faux hood, and had tiny gold chains adorning the sides. It went all the way around this dog's body and the fluff factor from this fur coat made the dog appear twice as big as it really was. Do people really buy stuff like that for their dogs??? Can the animals actually walk in that? Huh?

On the way home from Allison's, full of feta cheese, salad, and gourmet pizza, I strode past the Cheesecake Factory, Mr. Hancock, and Mich. Ave in all it's nighttime glory when a drive by occurred. No, don't worry- not that kind. A drive by biker.

I was bustling past the Hancock, watching all the tourists eating outside on the patio at 10:00 at night and people whisking by with their shopping bag totals of the day when a man on a bike came up on my left.

He was on the sidewalk which isn't proper city etiquette in the first place, and as he pedaled past me he leaned in as close as humanly possible without falling off the bike and loudly breathed, "You look real nice."

By the time I could fully register what had happened, I watched him fade into the distance. Once again, huh?

I got into my elevator which is nearly always empty but this time I was destined to share my journey. An older guy got in as well as a man in his late 20's. Older guy got off halfway up, leaving me for the remaining few floors journey with cute late 20's guy.

My elevator is full of mirrors so you can see yourself and everyone else in there with you from a million angles. I look away from him kind of awkwardly, and look down at the corner. However I notice via secretive mirror views that this young man is pretty much blatantly staring/checking me out. Am I supposed to acknowledge him? Say hi? Break the ice? Pretend like I'm not a total shy scaredy cat? Uggghhhh, I'm getting more and more nervous with each agonizing second. It's awkward enough to be in close quarters surrounded by mirrors with a total stranger, but to have this person pretty much sizing you up is even weirder.

Floor 15 and the doors opened. As he walked out he looked me in the eyes and mumbled "See you later" to which I squeaked "Ok bye!" sounding like a total rabid teenage girl.

Upon arriving at floor 17 I pretty much ran into my apartment and chuckled at how lame I am sometimes. Nerdtastic.

P.S. Brandon Smith: The Saga Continues will come a.s.a.p. I'm almost done processing my date from the other night...I keep changing my thoughts on the matter but finally I believe I may have reached a firm conclusion on where I want to go with it.