I overheard one of my coworkers asking a client on a phone call today if he was going to dress up for Halloween parties this upcoming weekend. I didn’t hear the response of the client but my coworker followed up his response announcing that he thought the guy on the phone was halloweenie. I don’t know why it made me giggle but it did. Actually, I know exactly why it made me snicker like a little kid, but I don’t know if my coworker really knew what he was saying.
I was right in my post last week pertaining to the calm before the storm. The storm that was on the horizon is Halloween. After an exhausting weekend I climbed into bed last night at 8pm and my wife asked what my upcoming week looked like. I had not even put a single moment of thought into this week until she asked the question. I pulled out my calendar and scanned thru my week.
Monday: work all day and then Balloon Jam from 6-10pm. For the record, and I can’t believe I am admitting this, I am freely skipping a Monday Night Football game to go to a balloon jam. I hope the have the game on in the bar.
Tuesday: work all day followed by a church meeting from 7-9pm.
Wednesday: work all day followed by balloon twisting from 5-8pm
Thursday: work all day followed by pool league from 6:30-11pm
Friday: work all day followed by balloon twisting from 4-6pm and 7-9:30pm.
Yep, I would say that this week is going to be rather difficult. Something’s got to give. Any week that I am not home any earlier than 10pm on any single night will be an exhausting one.
This past Saturday night things got a little crazy. One of my friends in the city hosted a gathering at his place. Due to my wife’s upcoming work week, she chose not to go and my best friend’s wife wasn’t feeling well either so he and I were on our own for an evening of fun. Sometimes I get sad at the fact that my best friend and I have gotten older and grown apart some. We can’t continue to go out and party like we did as room mates throughout college. He has a wife, I have a wife and both of us have to consider them in our plans every time we get together. But on the rare night that we get to go out without them, we fall right back into our old ways and it’s as if we are still college roommates.
The party Saturday night ended at roughly 6:00am Sunday morning before I finally closed my eyes wishing that I didn’t have to get up to twist balloons at a Halloween street fair in Roscoe Village in four short hours.
Some of my favorite memories from college include Sunday mornings after long nights of drinking. We’d wake up around noon, order Jimmy Johns, and watch football all day while laughing about the crazy shit we did the night before. Good times.
While walking thru a craft fair at a festival this summer, I came across a quote that has been the theme of my life lately. I try and remember that every time I have a difficult week.
“Lifes not about waiting for the storm to pass, but learning to dance in the rain”
This will be a week full of dancing in my life.




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