Better Together | Chicago Adventures

We are bumming hard today. A real case of the Monday doldrums.

It’s always so difficult to get back to the usual after an amazing weekend, especially when that amazing weekend is spent with each other, and some really close friends.

I hadn’t been to Chicago since a work research trip in the Spring, and Mr. P hadn’t been in almost a year, so we were due for a visit. Ask K… she had been on our case for months (with reason!).

We got in late Friday night (after catching up on NPR’s Serial for the entire flight, with wide-eyes and dropped jaws), and because we were desperate to eat at as many amazing Chicago restaurants as possible during our short trip, headed to The Girl and The Goat for an 11:30PM reservation. Of course, it was poppin’ and the food was exceptional, and it was totally worth the half-asleep ride home.

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Saturday was jam-packed with food, drinks, conversations, anddd more drinks. First, we went on a quest to find a gluten free donut (after I watched K, KM, and Mr. P grub on Do-Rite Donuts in the AM). We came up empty-handed, but stumbled upon Big Star, and hello… TACOS, Margaritas, and a big booth that got more and more stuffed as best friends arrived. Excellent.

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(Those peace signs are obviously meant to be ironic)

After a crazy amount of food, we walked around Wicker Park, stopping in record stores, bars, second-hand clothing shops, and more bars (we were with our college friends! No judgements, Judgies). It reminded Mr. P and I a bit of Williamsburg – except slightly more charming, slightly less gritty.

At night I went to hang out with my dear dear friend N, and her group of lovely and interesting friends. We had a delicious dinner at Travelle, in the Langham Hotel. It was seriously beautiful.

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We had so many insightful conversations – from love, to business ideas, to Ted talks. We ended our night out dancing, of course.

Finally at the very end of the night, which of course lasted another few hours – until about 5AM… I caught up with one of my college besties, L. Mr. P took to the floor for the night, giving us time to “pillow talk,” as he called it.

Overall, Saturday was one of my favorite days. With some of my favorite people.

On Sunday morning we lazed hardcore. K trekked around to find me the perfect gluten free donut (bless her, it was not as easy as you’d think), and me, Mr. P, K, and L all ate donuts on the top floor of K’s building and talked about urban planning, 3D printing, and what the world will look like in the future. But since we were so sleep deprived, and so happy, we just ended up laughing a lot. Sigh. The best of times.

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On Sunday, we met up with some family at The Publican. K and I both had the Red Wine Poached Eggs and they were pretty incredible.

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Sadly, our Sunday was cut short. I WAS GLUTENED. Beware that the Publican Mimosa is made with Orange Juice and Beer, NOT champagne. Womp womp.

So K and I just hung out, talking about life, and Jointly, and making plans for the future.

See what I mean about the Monday doldrums?

xx

A

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October Adventures | Chicago Edition

Hey hi!

It’s time for me to share a snippet of my month with you guys. October has always been one of my favorite months, mostly because of the autumn leaves, Halloweentown, and candy. But this year, October has meant a lot for me.

Along with being my first full month of work (no, I haven’t adjusted. Yes, I’m still going to bed at 10PM latest on weekdays), I also moved into my first very own apartment. To say I am obsessed with it is probably the understatement of the year. Despite loving being around my family, being on your own is satisfying in an entirely different way. I can also say I’ve never felt more at home in a place (probably because I decorated it so it really screams “K”).

Anyways, this weekend was my first weekend in my new place and I got to share it with some of my oldest and closest friends.

On Friday my good friend R and I sat with a bottle (okay, half a bottle, I can’t do as I did back in college) of wine and caught up on the past year where we hadn’t seen each other. One year! Of course, it felt like time had stood still all this time and despite our lives moving forward, our friendship managed to stay right where it was at, in a happy, friend-bliss.

On Saturday, I spent some time with my favorite guy, K, doing some birthday shopping. Afterwards, my sunshine-filled pal, came to see the new place and help me stomp on the new grounds. We went to dinner at the most adorable “grandma’s house” inspired restaurant, Ping Pong which serves amazing Asian Fusion cuisine. I highly recommend the sushi and green tea ice cream (don’t be deceived by the website).

Sunday, though it came all too soon, was filled with furry creatures and cheesy goodness. S and I first hit the LP Zoo and saw everything from monkeys to lions.

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And of course, we found some great photo opps. LP is chalk-full of them around this time of the year. The foliage and city is simply too beautiful to not take advantage of.

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Next, we hit up Chicago Pizza and Oven Grinder where we proceeded to stuff our faces with Pizza Pot Pies. They literally brought out a bread bowl with fresh marinara sauce and dropped a bowl of pipping hot cheese in it. There are simply no words.

So, I guess you could say my first weekend on my own was pretty great. September was filled with change, and so far October seems to be the month where I’m making myself at home in my new life. We’ll have to see what November brings. Hopefully a lot of potatoes.

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Lots of love,

K

#ambishek [wedding photos]

I got a really special birthday treat yesterday. Twelve hundred vibrant, detailed, smile and laugh-inducing wedding pictures from our photographers at Making the Moment. Mr. P and I had the best time going through them last night – remembering the details that had fallen away as more and more epic moments took their place. But moments that, in retrospect, made the weekend all the more special, and all the more ours. We have about 450 photos that we’ll be sharing on Facebook, but for those of you that prefer brevity, and just want a quick synopsis, here you are!

I know we’ve said this 100 times (and we’ll be saying it once more when you finally get our thank you cards…), but our friends and family couldn’t have made the weekend any better. Thank you.

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Love,

A

The Importance of “I Love You”

I was never the type of person to constantly distribute “I love you’s.” I always took love very very seriously. Reserving it for moments when I was overwhelmed with emotion, and for people who I knew, without a single doubt in my mind, that I loved.

But over the past few years, I’ve noticed myself using it a lot more often. I don’t know what shifted in me, but suddenly I say it every time I hang up the phone with my family (we weren’t always the mushy type), I say it to my fiancé throughout the day (and now to our puppy, too!), I sign off text message exchanges by saying it to my close friends.
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Because why not? Why not let people know you love them? Of course love comes in varying degrees, and there may be moments when the people you love don’t deserve your love. But it’s always always better to over-say it (not to the boy you met 48 hours ago – unless it’s really truly that epic – but you know what I mean). It’s always better for people to know that someone loves them. You never know with life.
This week, we lost a member of our family. And as I was reminiscing about all of the times we had spent together, I realized that I had never told him I loved him. How could I not have told him that? He was part of my family. And family is built squarely on love. How could it be that we had hardly spoken in the last year? Was I really that busy that I couldn’t pick up the phone? Or at the least shoot him a text, email, Facebook message?
People often say that you’ve got to have something taken away in order to understand how much it meant to you. But I say eff that philosophy. Relish what you have all the damn time. Think about it, appreciate it, and say it, for God’s sake.
Love you all,
A

Hello & Welcome

Hi Everyone!

Welcome to Jointly. A blog through which we will share our lives, our loves, and our musings, both separate and together, as sisters.

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Writing is a huge passion of ours (perhaps through the blood of our journalistic, freedom fighting, and small-town famous maternal grandfather). And while we’ve both stumbled upon our love for it different ways, we’ve reached a point where our wordsmithing dreams have collided.

We should correct ourselves here, though. The love is not just for writing. But also for food, music, relationships, adventures, work, and all the other things that make life life.

We’re hoping you’ll bear with us, and learn with us, as we navigate through some of life’s biggest experiences this year – carving out a career path, making a new home, planning and having a wedding. This shit’s no joke!

Please come back and hang with us, share with us, and teach us a thing or two on Jointly. Looking forward to getting to know you all.

Jointly yours,

A & K