Hi. Casey here from moosh in indy. Anybody else sick of everybody all up in their business about their vacations to sunny spots with beaches and cabana boys?
Yeah, me too.
And I’ve had to guest post for two of ‘em in the last two weeks. It’s like rubbing tequila, a little lime and a whole lot of salt into the open wound that is the Midwest in winter.
But alas, tomorrow I too get to go on vacation. 48 entire hours on the waterfront of an iconic little town known as Chicago. The windy city, maybe you’ve heard of it.
And dude, they ain’t kidding when they say windy.
So let’s do a little math…Â
Ali + St. Lucia + Warm Sunny Beaches to the Seventh Power = Loveliness.
Casey + Windy City + Freezing Temperatures - Wind Chill Factor…
nevermind. Let’s not do math.
Let’s just say I won’t have to deal with wet sand in my underwear.
Stick that in your fruity cocktail and drink it.
(Do I sound angry? I’m really not, just seethingly jealous. No biggie. Heh.)
