Cowgirls, Gaysians, and Redheads.

Hey!  Long time, no blog.  Did you miss me?  Don’t answer that.

Last week was Catholic Schools Week, so there were lots of shenanigans going on all week long with that, then on Friday Shawn and I left for a weekend in Chicago.

Here is a snapshot of just one of the “themed” days during Catholic Schools Week:

That was Friday, which was “Western Day.”  Yee-haw Cow Girl! 

The cowgirls spent the weekend with my parents, while we were gallivanting in Chicago.  They had a fabulous time, complete with Spanky’s Pizza, snow-ball bowling, Church, Applebee's, and sledding!  There was just one casualty, which happened on Sunday afternoon shortly before we came home.

Rumor has it, there was a boy involved.

Ok, back to Chicago.  We stayed at the Springhill Suites in downtown Chicago.  The view out our window looked a little something like this:

On Friday night we had dinner at P.F. Chang’s.  Here I am before we went out:

 

I realize this picture is blurry, but the flash was off, and apparently Shawn doesn’t have a steady hand.  Speaking of hands, it looks like I only have one, what’s up with that?  So, anyway…the whole purpose of the picture is that the necklace I’m wearing is the actual necklace I bought from Forever 21 last weekend.  Now, do you prefer that one or the boom box?  That’s also the vest I got from Banana during the same shopping trip.

P.F. Chang’s was of course, crazy delicious.  The people watching there was also interesting.  There were several people in sweat pants, a couple who let there screaming toddler run around the restaurant the whole time we were there, and a gay guy wearing a wife beater with a giant chain and one of those gang like baseball caps with the super flat bill.  This guy also happened to be Asian, so I told Shawn he was “gaysian.”  OMG, I totally cracked myself up with that one.  Don’t hate, I’m not at all a homophobe, these are just the things that come out of my mouth (and I wasn’t even drinking).

From P.F. Chang’s we went to Excalibur (freezing our asses off the whole way there):

 

Shawn wanted to go there to see Supernatural Chicago, which is a show there on Friday nights.  Let’s just get this out of the way first.  Nerd Fest.  Total Nerd Fest. 

The show itself was very good, but a little creepy.  The website describes it as “an hour of interactive theater featuring spirits, psychics, and devilish surprises.”  The building is supposedly haunted, and the guy who does the show, Neil Tobin, calls himself a "Necromancer."  Whatever that means.

After we made it out of the psychic realm, we found our way to The Redhead Piano Bar.  I was slightly nervous about going to a piano bar, because the last time I was at one, my night didn’t turn out so well.  I may or may not have been kicked out of the bar we went to after the piano bar that night.  But, that’s another story, which also happens to involve a blow-up doll.  Seriously.  We’ll have to save that for another day.

Back to The Redhead.  We each got a martini, mine was Eric’s Mystique.  I do believe that alcohol soaked cherry in the bottom may have been the best part.

We each only had one drink, since they were $12/each and this place was also charging us $2/each just to watch our coats.  I felt like I could have babysat my own coat for free, but the mafia looking guy at the door made the coat check thing sound pretty mandatory.

In the half hour or so we were there we also marveled at the cocktail waitresses who were wearing nothing but black men’s sports coats, black tights, and black heels/boots.  They may have also been wearing black shorty shorts, but it was hard to say for sure.  It was certainly an interesting get-up.  Here’s what I thought of it:

I was planning on doing this Chicago trip all in one post, but I guess I’ll do it in two since I’m already getting long winded.  Maybe it would have been shorter if I had left the gaysian and the blow-up doll thing out?  Oh well. 

Stay tuned tomorrow for Michigan Avenue, and why 2 Long Island Iced Teas might ruin your dinner at Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse.