I know – I miss me writing on this blog, too.
Writing for Miss Spoken is so good and I feel like I get all my personal stories out there.
So what’s left for This Is Jasmine?
I HAVE NO IDEA.
I’m going to keep this kind of short because it’s my birthday today (WHAT) and apparently the weather is nice so I’m going to leave my house (I took the day off work) and do something.
I didn’t plan anything for today. I’ve already had such a nice weekend. LET ME TELL YOU ALL ABOUT IT.
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I’ve been blogging weekly at Miss Spoken since Carly’s been on maternity leave. I will also be co-hosting the show in her absence so come to the Gallery Cabaret tonight at 7pm if you like me, live lit, and cheap drinks.
Congratulate me, you guys – I spent enough time travelling on the same airline in 2014 to qualify for the bottom tier of elite status of its frequent flier program.
I take special delight in being able to use priority access security lanes when I arrive at the airport. I still have to take off my shoes when I go through the body scanner, though. And it’s not like TSA agents are nicer to me just because my boarding pass has the word PRIORITY printed on it all in caps. But shorter lines mean less time spent having my panoply of anti-aging creams scanned and more time eating Garrett’s Popcorn from the kiosk in Terminal 3 of O’Hare.
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Look at this pulled pork pot pie. It has wee pastry pig on top of it. It was delicious!
This is Patrick and Carly. We hung out at a live lit/storytelling event last week.
This is my friend Sam. Her eyeglasses game is strong.
This is my friend Lisa. She threw a super fun 10th anniversary party for Chicagoist, the blog of which is she Associate Editor. Lisa has amazing hair and is an incredible person.
I looked after the cats of some friends last week. On our last night together, I made cat circles. I think the circles were just a little too big. The cats were indifferent.
This is the U of C pep band playing “Livin’ on A Prayer” at Homecoming last weekend. There were corn dogs and temporary tattoos and walking tacos and grilled meat and a football game and lots of beer. It was super fun.
These are the insanely attractive people who showed up for 20×2 Chicago at Schubas.
Carly and I went to Uncle Mike’s Place for Filipino breakfast on Sunday. It’s one of our things. We’re trying to get a lot of things in before she moves to Algonquin and our new thing becomes going to Culver’s (OMG I hope this happens).
One of the places I go to be alone in Chicago (if only for a few minutes) is a car on the Ferris wheel at Navy Pier.
I saw Il Trovatore at the Lyrica Opera last night. This is the crazy-looking scrim.
“Terry wants to know if you’d be interested in attending a corn maze.”
Fortunately for Byl and his man Terry, a corn maze is one of many things in which I am interested, which includes but is not limited to:
- eyebrow maintenance
- Game of Thrones fan fiction
- pudding cups
- vintage stationery
I accepted their invitation to drive to the corn maze, and I got started thinking about what I was going to wear. Continue reading
Let’s not even start with the shenanigans I tried to pull before attending a baby shower for M & C this past Sunday. I thought I’d be slick and surprise them after saying I wouldn’t be able to come. But it’s pretty dickish to mess with the emotions of a pregnant lady, especially one who has had my back for nearly twenty years and is seriously tied with JB and N for the very best person that I know.
And I’ve been pretty “Brooklyn sucks gentrification blah blah blah white people ruin everything” for the last few years but it took no more than a few hours of seeing people on the subway looking all happy with their babies and their produce and their interesting shoes to convince me that if this is where little baby Huck (M & C have been calling him “Figaro” but I KNOW BEST) is going to be born and raised, I’d better get on board the B (for Brooklyn! for baby!) train before I get left behind.
So this is the story of how I spent a little over 12 hours in New York City on Sunday. Continue reading
I’ve been cat-sitting this weekend so naturally I’ve been referring to our time together as Meowth By Meowthwest, after that other springtime festival that happens every March in Austin, Texas.
I made the decision a few months ago to resume blogging about my life. But it only occurred to me now to actually, you know, begin to do it.
Like when I used to write a newsletter called “news from the flip front” that became a blog that became This Is Jasmine. Remember that? Wasn’t that fun, if terribly written?
Nearly 14 years later since that all started (never mind that I’ve been writing in one way or another since the age of 10), I like to believe my writing has improved, or at least has evolved.
Congratulations to Cee on five years in Chicago!
Anniversaries for longevity have been elusive milestones in my life. Growing up, the longest I lived anywhere was two years. I stayed in my college town for six years, not because it took me that long to get two degrees, but because I was so blinded by love that it took me a couple of years to figure out that the one thing I really wanted was to be left alone. I haven’t held a job, other than freelancing, for longer than two years. My aforementioned relationship was my longest, and it lasted just four years before ending with a lot of screaming and a partially-shattered sense of self-worth.
And when it was over, I landed in Chicago — five years ago today.
Conventional wisdom says that your early twenties are supposed to be the “best years of your life” and I guess, for me, that was no exception. I…
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Free Sunday night? Into live lit? Come to Swim Cafe and see me read an essay I wrote (and am now editing like mad) at That’s All She Wrote!
That's All She Wrote!
It’s officially the Dark Season in Chicago, which means long nights for storytelling by writers like Jasmine Davila, a gal who’s not afraid to impersonate pop singers while in the streets of Paris.
Jasmine is a New Yorker who’s been calling Chicago home for the last 19 years. When she isn’t procrastinating on updating her long-neglected blog, This Is Jasmine, or hosting a monthly picnic club in parks around town or looking after her friends’ cats, she contributes to blogs such as Gapers Block and Disgrasian.com. Jasmine has been honored to read for live lit series Solo in the 2nd City and appeared most recently in 20×2 Chicago.
Come to Swim Cafe, 1357 W. Chicago Avenue, this Sunday and see Jasmine!
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