#hocevent

David loved the Botanical Festival in Chicago each year, since he was a lover of art and plants. He knew he needed to make it for at least a day of the event, so he decided to attend Saturday and meet up with his family and friends there. He was waiting for his family to arrive to grab a bite and walk around, but in the meantime he sat by a beautiful floral arrangement near the lake. He was snacking on a Korean cheese corn dog from one of the food trucks, which was one of his favorite guilty pleasure foods, and drawing the flowers in front of him in his sketchbook. He had already taken dozens of photos, but he wanted to capture them in multiple ways. He was focused on his picture, tongue sticking out the side of his mouth slightly as he concentrated. He hadn’t even noticed that someone had taken a seat beside him on the bench. 

closed starter for @asaxholland​. botanical festival, an open garden or park.

Celeste was excited to do a little number at the event- she’d been surprised by the offer. Nevertheless, getting to perform for a little brunch where people could grab food and taste some wines, and do some elegant numbers... she was excited, and wore one of her best dresses, fixing the dark off-the-shoulder gown a bit as she settled into the chair in front of the mirror. They had a little room to prepare in and it was set up actually rather nice- and smelled amazing (probably from all the fresh floral displays around). It was for any of the people playing music or performing today. She was just putting on some blush when someone walked in. “Oh, hi- do you think this looks alright?” She fluffed the choppy bob she was wearing teasingly, shooting them a wink. “Just getting ready extra early so I can take a walk around before my number.”

mini event #3

mini event #2

Weddings might’ve been some people’s idea of a good time, but Claire wasn’t convinced they were worth all of the hype. It was just another excuse for people to throw around their money... and beyond that, the food was never better than what you’d get at a hotel conference and most people only ended up going to make someone else happy even though they’d rather stay home. But her roommates had dragged her along. And now she was there, wondering what combination of drinks would get her drunk the quickest. Turning to the nearest person to her, she decided to ask them. “What’re you drinking? And do you think if I downed it fast enough I’d be drunk enough to pretend I’m enjoying myself?”