Bye Bye Liver

Sunday, October 27, 2013


Some people make collages of their outfits over the weekend, I make collages of my food. Whatever, we've all got our passions. I made a good run at eating healthy last week, I really did. I lasted until about Thursday, but then the weekend came and all hell broke loose as usual. It started Friday evening at Barn & Company with amazing shredded pork nachos and a pulled pork sandwich, as you can see above. I love this place and it breaks my heart we don't live a block away like we used to. I feel like you can tell a lot about a restaurant by if the chef comes out to say hello to the customers, and low and behold almost every time we go to Barn, Chef Gary stops by our table to make sure the food is good. (I think that's his name, anyway. ) But of course the food is always beyond delicious.

Saturday morning started out innocently enough at the Division Ale House in Wicker Park to watch the Husker game. But bottomless Blood Marys and mimosas never seems to end well. This time was no different.


We got to the bar around 10:45 a.m. and by 1:30 p.m. Chris and I were taking selfies like this. And nobody wants to see this.


We should have called it a day at 2:00 p.m. and spent the rest of the afternoon on the couch, but instead we purchased more beverages and chose to move the party from the bar to our house until we left again at 7:00 p.m. to catch a show up North (ironically) called Bye Bye Liver. After the show I was quite tired and more than ready to end the day of excessive drinking because it had just got to be a little much. This girl isn't twenty-one anymore and that's a-okay with me.

So we had the taxi man drive us through McDonalds on the way home, Chris ordered four cheeseburgers and I ordered twenty chicken nuggets (our typical Saturday evening order) and we were both quite excited to get home and watch a little SNL and lay on the couch with our McD's. But then we realized we were locked out. You want a sure way to ruin a night? Forget your keys.

And even though I could see Harlow through the window, and he could see me, he didn't understand my actions enough to unlock the door. But by God you can't say I didn't try. I'm certain the only thing that stood in our way between Harlow figuring out how to unlock the door and let us inside was his lack of thumbs, because it definitely wasn't his spirit. I could tell the poor thing wanted to help us but he just didn't know where to start.

Since we couldn't get in and our landlords weren't home, we proceeded to do what any other couple would do in such a situation- we ate our McDonalds while arguing with each other as to who's fault it was. And I must say, it's kinda hard to have a serious conversation/argument while your adult male neighbors are next door smoking cigarettes on their stoop dressed like all of the Disney Princesses (because of Halloween... I think.)

At one point Chris just got up and walked away. I must have been so knee deep in my chicken nuggys because I didn't even notice, but when I did, you better believe I ran down the street over dramatically yelling "Chris! Chris! Chris" like I was Marlon Brando yelling "Stella!" in a Street Car Named Desire. One might have thought he was leaving me to go to war the way I ran after him so erratically. Luckily, I caught him. And then five minutes later our landlords came home and let us in.

To make up for the traumatic evening we put Harlow through the night before, we spoiled him and took him out to the greatest dog park in Illinois. It's just acres and acres of open land with lakes and paths and every thing in the world a dog could dream of. And in case you don't believe me about how great this place is I took about fifty photos to prove it.





(Harlow is not wearing dark socks like it appears, he is actually covered in mud at this point and loving every second of it.)









It was a wonderful afternoon. We treated ourselves to Portillos on the way home, see above photos #5 and #6 to understand the goodness that is Portillos. Italian beef and crinkle cut fries, yes please!

Who's ready to take on Monday? Better yet, who's ready to take on November? I am! Holiday season here we come!

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20 comments:

  1. That dog park looks great! I am sure Harlow loved it.

    Bottomless bloody mary's are always dangerous, but so worth it!

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  2. Your life is so fun! Hahaha I can just imagine you running down the street, chicken nuggets on the wayside, screaming after Chris.

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  3. I"m coveting those Portillos fries.

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  4. Being locked out is so terrible hah. I've spent a night or two sitting on my porch steps as well!

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  5. Oh my hell I used to live a block from Barn too and I miss it so much up here in Kenosha. Wahhh. Plus I used to work next to that Portillo's in LF so clearly I have just moved away from all the good food in the Chicago-land area. Stupid Wisconsin.

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  6. Your food collage is perfect. Also, Harlow has mega hops.

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  7. Please tell me where this dog park is...I need to head there with my dogs ASAP.

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  8. Awwwww... look how CUTE and HAPPY Mr. Harlow is! I'm ready for the holidays but NOT for Monday. Especially after seeing all that delicious looking food you posted... I was gonna get on the wagon again today - thanks a lot! ;P

    Voyage of the MeeMee

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  9. being locked out is the WORST. we would have done the same thing while i stuffed my face with taco bell - that's my late night food of choice. we both had lake days on sunday. such a good choice.

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  10. You need to teach Harlow the unlocking trick! Oh, and can I borrow your liver, please?! So jealous of everything you eat!

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  11. I'm imagining the thoughts running through Harlow's head as he witnessed you guys trying to get him to let you in, hahaha. Priceless. At least all the good things this weekend outnumbered the bad! And I love your scarf!

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  12. Glad you were able to finally be let in by the landlord. No lie I have on my to-do list to find my spare key. I put it somewhere in my backyard but I can't remember where. Oops! That dog park looks awesome!

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  13. What is this park called?! I'm bringing my dogs to visit my Mom in Chi for Thanksgiving and they will for sure need a few outing.

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  14. when we first moved into our apt, we locked ourselves out and our landlord hadn't gotten a copy of our key from the property managers yet. LUCKILY we had our back window open. our landlord climbed up a ladder and popped our screen off and climbed in to unlock the door. then another time we locked ourselves out and he wasn't home. it was superbowl sunday and we were in a rush to watch the game, so we just called a locksmith that came in like 20 mins but it was $160! now we have 2 extra keys! and one is locked up in a little cubbie shed thing by in our parking garage so we'll never ever be locked out again.

    pretty sure Harlow is having the best day ever in life! so cute!

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  15. November, bring it on!! I am sooo over October. Question for you though (maybe a blog post?) How do you decorate for Thanksgiving? Lots and lots of turkey stuff? Halloween I can do, Christmas I do better, but Thanksgiving has me stumped. . .

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  16. i'm just picturing you with your McDonald chicken nuggets trying to mime to Harlow to open the door. cracks me up!

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  17. Looks like you all had fun, but you know, why is it the best tasting food is not good for our liver............same goes for grog not good for the liver............

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  18. I would happily say bye to my liver after seeing those pictures! Haha.

    holllieee.blogspot.com

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  19. Oh gosh, Portillos just makes my little heart sing. We may or may not have even had it shipped to North Carolina on occasion... Looks like a fun weekend!

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