What to Wear in Chicago
The Season Was Young and So Were We
Complaining about the heat over cocktails al fresco on rooftops with our toes out and our hair up. It seems like only yesterday.
As we do every Sunday, some friends and I hit the beach last night for a round of volleyball. We routinely arrive an hour prior to sundown, bum around for a bit, volley for a bit. By sunset we’re already three games deep and ready to wrap it up. However, last night, the sun was gone before the nets went up, proof that this summer thing is coming to a close.
There are still a few rooftops I have yet to visit, a few patios I have yet to try. Mahalo comes to mind, the new Hawaiian fusion eatery that just opened to mixed reviews in Wicker Park. Even if their tuna poke isn’t up to par, their brightly hued porch would make the perfect IG backdrop.
I haven’t been sailing. In fact, aside from a trip or two on a water taxi, I haven’t stepped foot on a boat this year.
Signing up for Divvy, Chicago’s bike-share service, was another item on by summer bucket list. Never happened.
My Evernote is full of 5Ks I never ran.
Basically, the best part of Chicago came and went and I’m left with regrets.
This week I plan to cram it all in before the fall of fall, ahem, autumn. Every box I failed to check will be completed. More likely, though, I’ll just wear sundresses and hit up a few outdoor happy hours before crashing on my couch and binging on Bob’s Burgers. I love that show. ♥
