So I had this complete and utter flashback to middle school this week. I somehow received an invite to a Cubs rooftop game yesterday. Our legal firm invited the c-suites of our four hospitals that are in close proximity to Chi. While my office is in the c-suite, well, I'm still mid-level. I knew I had to carpe diem and go. Face time with the area CEO's is always a good thing. Sure, why not? But, the $64,000 question was, how do I dress for such an event?
[No vanity here.]
I hit the mall after work Thursday night and felt those stirrings I hadn't felt since middle school, when peer pressure dictated the need for Guess jeans, Nike Airs, and canvas Esprit shoulder bags.* Middle school was that crucial time when youngins try to find their individuality...to look and dress just like their peers. I guess we don't always escape that peer pressure, because there I was, flipping through racks of overpriced Nike golf shirts for my outing.
It was okay, though, because the only Cubs paraphenalia I own is a baseball cap (for which, by the record, I took a lot of crap from my fellow Sox fans!). I did find crazy shoes that went home with me on an impulse buy about which I'm still not certain (but you can kind of see them working with a red shell and black suit?)
Anyway, I drove up to Wrigley with my boss and we kept exclaiming about the hoards of people who seemingly took off early from work to hit the Chicagoan beaches. The water *was* pretty (and did not have that slight brownish tinge it usually has) from LSD:
The view inside the Lakeview Club was neat. I especially loved the all-you-can-eat Chicago style dogs:
It was hotter than Hades up on the rooftop. But the view was awesome:
The game was great (Cubs won, how fun) and I got to practice just being myself with these power execs who put on extravagant masks in the boardroom. At the game, people were much more real and we shared stories while swilling warm beer in the sweltering summer sunshine. If there's one kindergarten, After School Special lesson I learn during these types of things, it's to be nothing but myself.
*Idea credit- Nurse Starbucks for reminding me about Esprit shoulder bags!
I am glad you say you work because it seems like you are having an awful lot of fun (good for you, girl! Get yours!).
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm sorry, but by LSD, you probably don't mean, well, LSD, right?
I had 2 of those damn bags. And shortly after starting high school I dumped them for a much more useful Jansport back pack that I decorated with random patches (Including a couple girl scout patches), keychains and doodles.
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ReplyDeleteI do love those shoes though, if I wasn't afraid of falling, I'd wear them to work, too!
ReplyDeleteAngie- LSD is "Lake Shore Drive." But thanks for not assuming I was just talking illegal drugs!
ReplyDeleteNurse Starbucks- I also had two of those bags and actually used them into high school...until my stupid Biology textbook taxed the straps too much. Remember those Bio texts weighing in at 9 lbs a piece? So that's when I graduated to my Jansport bag.
I decided I am keeping the shoes. My Sasquatch feet look decent in them. Jack calls them my power shoes and told me I should wear them when I fire people! LOL.
Next time you'll invite me to partake in the Wrigley rooftop experience...I think you're a closet Cubs fan. It's okay to admit it! :)
ReplyDeleteI remember having an Esprit bag. It didn't last too long before a strap broke.
Love the shoes...they kind of remind me of the ruby shoes from the Wizard if Oz.