I’m slippin’ on my pimpin’. I’m weak (and not just in the knees). I’m a busta. I be illin’. I’m wack.
Basically, I suck at this blogging thing right now. And it’s not for a lack of content. I’ve had plenty of trips, too many restaurant outings (just ask my pants – they’re suffering). There’s much to talk about.
Problem? I’m busy and I drink. I have a few jobs and my kid is heavy into volleyball and my husband appreciates our couple time and I need to walk my dog. Plus, it’s time to start training for my next race, which means I have to see my trainer. And in the in-betweens of all these things, I drink more. Which makes it very difficult to write (although super easy to binge watch television series for some reason).
And I know, I know. I’ve sung this sad song before. Truth is, I really miss writing. It’s a great creative escape from budgets and personnel issues and driving my kid around. So I’m here, ready to spill my story on any of a number of events. Hmmm, what do I choose to get me back in the game?
Well, I’ll say the Moxy, which is where I am this very second as I write this post. The Moxy Chicago, specifically. A boutique hotel that’s just the right amount of hip and cheeky and able to have fun with itself.
I’m staying here while in Chicago for…you guessed it…volleyball. Only this weekend, it’s not a tournament but a camp at a local university. Which means that I dropped the kid off this Friday morning and I won’t see her again until Sunday afternoon, as she will be staying on campus. So mama has a entire weekend to eat and shop and site see. And chill out in the sweetness that is Moxy.
The vibe is one thing. Yes, it certainly caters to hipsters and millennials, but still can strike a balance for us 40-somethings looking to chill in a lobby and do our thang (like writing a blog post) while listening to nice tunes and drankin’ (okay, I’ve reached my limit on gerunds with the g slangily cut off – my apologies). Also splendid is the customer service. This place makes you feel welcomed. In particular, a young lady at the front desk has been exceptionally friendly and helpful.
And while the rooms are small, I’m a sucker for fun aesthetics. Moxy delivers, my intimate room packed with promise for a pleasant stay. I’m only three hours in but already know I’m going to check out as a happy camper (and I’m not even the one at volleyball camp).
Highlights:
- M-F Happy Hour from 4-6 with $5 drafts, and a tasty $5 Prickly Pear Margarita
- An ironing room! The spaces are too small for each room to have a board and iron, so there is a shared space made just for ironing. Can’t wait to break out my steam press to impress the neighbors on the floor with my skills.
- A happening lobby with games, djs (at least on the weekend), a taco bar, books, and more.
- Retro-vibes.
- Friendly, attentive staff (Gabby was the best!).
- Drag performance and meet & greet.
- Groovy pillows.
- Mexican cuisine.
- Built-in access to streaming services.
And just like that, I’m posting this post. Bitch! (I’ve had a couple of drinks) And I promise to get caught up on my eats and adventures of the last three months soon.
OMG – I keep dozing off. WTH? Two drinks in? I’m a lightweight again. Glad that bed is cozy.
The Moxy Chicago
530 N. LaSalle