brauhaus

perma smile plastered on my face. taking a tourist picture in the back of the cab. the cabbie actually hated my guts. i dont know why.

hildie and i at dinner

mustache revival

gabs and brad with the weird blow up rat.

schnitzel! (nasty)

with A MOVIE STAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

after robbie told me i couldnt twirl him because of his recent hip replacements. he was the bomb.

the greek god

shots with the girls

happy birthday brad!

the usual "ge" picture with my favs


jake is in nyc for the week leaving me alone in a snowglobe with a miniature person to discuss life issues with. so, he was kind enough to offer to stay with said mini person while i paint the city of chicago red with my friends in honor of bradley rumans 30th birthday. since i have been in very few situations where i have to be "social" over the last 6 months (waddling around 9 months pregnant with an enlarged nose at marshall's is not considered being social), i was super thrilled and had a permo smile stretched across my face. it was not normal and somewhat disgusting. as i drove into the city, i started doing the nisha butt dance to flo rida, and my road rage immediately returned. i loved it. we went to the brauhaus in lincoln square for lets just call it dinner for now. i surprised brad with a 6-pk of spotted cow (which i ended up drinking most of in the back of a cab on the way to casey morans- happy birthday brad!), a gross stretchy rat, a best friends forever bracelet, and some hand sanitizer. i had such a good time (although i spent 65% of the time looking at pictures of keya and 25% of the time talking about her - im sure everyone was intrigued). ive realized that i indeed am a sexy attractive mother when i got hit on by so many men. the first suitor was a greek god. and by greek god, i mean he was approx 97 years old and im pretty sure he did not have teeth. he told me that i reminded him of his girlfriend from 1915 (which, ironically, is the last time he showered i think). then i got hit on by a movie star. he listed all the movies he had been in (uncle buck, ferris buellers day off, home alone 1 AND 2 - yes please!!!) and when i asked him if i could lead our dance, he said no because he had just gotten two hip replacements recently. then he showed me a picture of his wife and told me she was the first professional model in chicago. so clearly, he was about 105 years old. awe robbie. im pretty sure these men were on a "gentlemens intermission" as tina fey calls it, and were having the time of their lives dancing with us young lassies and even pulled out their cute little disposable cameras to take pictures with us. after being swept off my feet by these gorgeous dashing men, i had the opportunity to start a conga line to the polka version of YMCA(im pretty sure one of the men tried to trip me with his walker) - i am infatuated with conga lines, im so intrigued by them and think its amazing how a conga line can unify different types of people. we then dined on lots of schnitzel (which means "bland" or "without seasoning" in german) and made up for our hunger by dining on a lot of beer. delish! the rest of the night was a blur...bethany, brad, and i drank on the corner of the street near some bums which is always fun and at one point we were doing double dutch at the bar but we didnt have any jump ropes. (neha, if you are reading this, sorry for possibly calling you "immature" and "judging you" for jumping rope at a bar in atlanta, i was just jealous, o). i ended this fantastic night with a slice of pizza from chicago's, grease running down my chin, mumbling to andy and marcia about who knows what and passing out in their comfy bed with blisters on my feet. i woke up at 545am because i missed jake and keya, and drove home while it was still kind of dark out. fun/hungover times.