I want all the hot dogs please! And I’m giving them to the good people!

Dear Tina,

Day 10.

It’s hard to do this backwards because I have to explain to you that I was in Naperville Saturday until about 4:00 for reasons you won’t know about until the next post, so we’re collectively going to accept that this is how it’s going to go from this point forward.

I returned to Wilmette around 4:30. I had to nap…I mean, rest sometimes has to come first, especially when you’re anticipating a day that will involved men dressed in grocery bags. Followed by a shower, followed by a trip into the city that would involve a sleepover in order to be raring to go Sunday morning. While we all acknowledged that it would be in our best interest to get a goodnight sleep, my friend Stephanie and I took that to mean we should stay out until 3:30, grab a cheeseburger on our way home, and stay up until 5 making fun of the man who pretended to be British at the last bar we were at.

The guy literally had a Chicago accent but would call soccer “football” and pretended that his biography rivaled that of Billy Elliot’s. Or something. Either way, it earned harsh reviews.

So, with all that lounging in Naperville sans computer and uncomfortable visits to The Wieners Circle, there was no time for Dear Tina.

My B.

30 Rock Quote of the Day:

Liz: I can’t believe you bet your wedding ring.
Pete: I know, the weird thing is, I had money left.

Oh, there’s a new bartender! Maybe I can get him to serve me something.

Dear Tina,

Day 9.

The reason I was in Naperville was because I have been hired as a Casting Associate for an independent film shooting in Chicago this summer. So, with regard to that…!!!!! Do you see what I mean? I haven’t just been sitting around, twiddling my thumbs, ignoring you. Unemployment has proved to be not so footloose and fancy free. I was in the office—in Naperville if you’re not following—from 9 until 5 and since there’s no point in making the hour long commute home when I have dear friends who live in Naperville, I stayed.

Unfortunately for me, this dear friend Meg had work that night so I left the office, drove to a discrete parking garage where I could change into something that didn’t scream new girl in the office and then walked around a local park for an hour and a half. Thankfully Meg had given me a magazine the day before so I also got to kill an extra half hour reading all the information seeping out of this month’s In Style.

When I arrived at her work place, which is a restaurant by the way, she still had a couple of hours until her shift was over so I made quick friends with the bartender (in part because we were actually already friends) and had a couple of drinks and a couple of sliders. Followed by a night dancing to Taio Cruz. I lead quite a life.

So with a day filled with work and a night filled with the kind of endless fun you can only expect from the Western suburbs of my favorite city, Dear Tina once again fell be the wayside.

My B.

30 Rock Quote of the Day:

Jack: No no no no no. You can’t say that. Jeb Bush is a friend of mine.
Frank: Who should I change it to?
Jack: Sean Penn. No, Barbra Streisand.

I say we hire the one who lives by the code of the robot: Care. Love. Live.

Dear Tina,

Day 8.

So now we know that I have a job, well, a summer job, and that all came together on this day. Today I had a meeting in Naperville at 1:00. This meant that I had to leave my house at 11:45. That meant I had to be in the shower no later than 10:45. And of course prior to that I had to clean my room. Which forced me to actually get out of bed. So that gives you my morning.

The meeting in Naperville took approximately 30 minutes. I was officially hired. But the idea of spending only half an hour in a place that took me an hour to get to was a bit unsettling so I bothered good old Meg for some entertainment and met her at her other job as a nanny.

By the time she was done there it was obviously time for us to sit outside and have a drink in the sun.

I left an hour or two later and returned home to find my Aunt and Uncle in from San Francisco. When their dinner was over and I had taken my contacts out, it was past bedtime and no time for Dear Tina.

My B.

30 Rock Quote of the Day:

Jack: I’m here to talk to you television about the monetizing of today broadcast. Was any of that usable?

This is boring. I’m bored now.

Dear Tina,

Day 1.

It was eleven days ago, how am I supposed to remember why I wasn’t doing something?

I can tell you that I exhausted myself at some point in the afternoon by getting a manicure and pedicure. That was back in the good old days when the only thing on my to-do list was make my bed and put on deodorant.

I can also tell you that I watched So You Think You Can Dance? on this day and while I am not going to give you a full recap of this because I am currently in the process of writing my 12th post for the evening, I will say that the first episode of the top 11 had some pretty fierce dancing. I don’t know how I feel yet about the SYTYCD all-stars, but they’re growing on me in that they’re really talented dancers. But annoying me in that I’ve already seen them compete on this show. So, wash.

Here was the highlight. It involved heavy breathing from Adam Shankman, which is what I generally look for when making this decision. This dance is also now a contender for my first dance with my husband at our wedding. He better start stretching now. Whoever he is.

After a lovely time at the nail salon and a trip out to…you guessed it…Naperville, my laptop officially began to catch dust. Dear Tina was a bust. Rhyme unintended.

My B.

30 Rock Quote of the Day:

Jack: We gave the Meat Machine to Whoopi.
Tracy: Goldberg or Billingham?