Oh hi. I just wanted to take a quiiiick second to send your attention upward. Up there. At the top of my page. See it? Yeah? Riiiiight under where it says “Randi with an i,” there’s a new little button that says “Stuff I like.”
One of the questions I get asked the most as a yoga teacher — other than “can you teach me how to touch my toes?” — is:
“What yoga mat should I buy?”
Buying a yoga mat — especially if you’re relatively new to yoga — is actually pretty hard. It’s a super personal decision! Every yogi’s body needs something different, and while “yoga mat” sounds like a simple request… it’s definitely a little more complicated than that.
There’s a lot to take into consideration when buying a yoga mat.
I know I’m a little bit late on this trend, but I finally got around to seeing “Hamilton: An American Musical” here in Chicago.
A few of my friends flew/ Amtrak-ed in for a mid-week weekend centered around seeing Hamilton Wednesday night at the CIBC Theatre.
Spoiler alert: It was so good! I basically sat on the edge of my seat in rapture for the entire three hours.
I am an absolute unashamed fan of Spirit Airlines.
Not only Spirit — but also Frontier, Ryanair, easyJet, WOW (#RIP) — basically any low-cost budget airline.
I love them all.
Hi. I’m a 20-something living in a major metropolitan area so obviously I spend a good chunk of my time and money every month at Trader Joe’s.
I do the bulk of my grocery shopping at both Aldi and Mariano’s, but it’s impossible to resist the pull of everyone’s favorite tropical-themed grocery store.
There will come a day when I do not commute home past a Trader Joe’s and thinking of that day torments my heart.
And my stomach.
Anyway. There was a period earlier this year where I was so busy between yoga teacher training, freelancing, working and volunteering that I barely had time to eat, let alone cook.
Enter: Trader Joe’s.
¡Hola mis lectores! Tengo buenas noticias. ¡Yo estoy aprendiendo español! …¡De nuevo!
(Hello my readers! I have good news. I am learning Spanish! …Again!)
This might sound a little dramatic, but I can remember the exact moment I decided I was never traveling with people again.
It was a crisp fall day in Germany, and I was sitting at Berlin Schoenefeld Airport, propped up on my backpack in a state of exhaustion. I was waiting for a budget airline to carry me through my layover in Iceland and back home to Chicago after a long-weekend birthday trip I’d booked in a dramatic flurry after a really bad breakup.
…Yeah, like I said, dramatic.
OK, so that’s not entirely true. I have had some pretty awesome experiences traveling with people! BUT, after taking a few solo trips now, I’m convinced traveling alone is the best way to travel.
So, when a wide-eyed and somewhat-naive me first moved to Chicago roughly four years ago, I made a little list of my “city living essentials.”
Now that I’m almost half a decade in to my city living tenure (wheeerreee did the time go?!), I figured I’d give a quick update. Some of this list has changed, some of it hasn’t.
Here’s the junk you can find on my person a good 90 percent of the time I’m out and about in Chicago.
Hi hey hello! It’s me, here with your quarterly roundup of everything going on in my uneventful life.
Helloooooo I am back with my very last concert post for the foreseeable future.
You’re glad and I’m glad and we’re gonna get my amateur musings out of the way now.
So, Quinn XCII last Wednesday at The Riviera Theatre!
