First Fridays: meh...

Let's just say i had a lot of expectations for the Museum of Contemporary Arts First Friday event. I had an outfit with my new cole haan's planned. I had an empty stomach ready for Wolfgang Puck appetizers. And I was pumped to mingle with some of Chicago's finest young people.



Instead I was perched on my too big 3 1/2 inch heels, trying to eloquently eat less-than-gourmet salad, rice and chicken legs , while talking to an old friend from Madison who doesn't even live in the city.

No not what I imagined.

As promised there was a DJ, although no one was dancing. And there was the much publicized dating personality test, although it was bogus ( I am soooo not charismatic blue). And of course, there were plenty of spiffy looking young Chicagoans, all of who seemed to stuck up to talk to anyone besides their immediate circle.

Seriously not what I imagined.

But despite my feet killing me, it was fun to mingle amomng art work, peruse possible prospects from the balcony and pretend to be a young up and coming professional for the night. At least for the night, gritting through my pinky blisters, i looked like i had my shit together.