Can somebody please wipe those fingerprints off the Bean? Kthxbai. A few weeks ago, Katy and I took a Summer Friday, which included breakfast at, a matinee of Inception (mind. blown.), a trip to Art Institute of Chicago and Millennium Park and a late lunch at Rick Bayless fronted XOCO. The following day saw us sweating our petunias off in the bleachers at the Cubs game. This marked a return to form for Katy, who hadn't been able to indulge in a lukewarm Old Style atop the ivy since the summer of 08', mostly due to pregnancy related restrictions (ugh, doctors!). All of the previously listed activities comes highly recommended, except for maybe watching the Cubs this season.
This post is decidedly old school, as it's self serving and kid free!
Mummy. Mommy. Mommy. Mummy. (I was so proud of this joke at the time.)
Staring into the abyss. The things I saw have rendered me sleepless and slightly insane since.
The Drinkers by Van Gogh: L-R - John Daly, Mel Gibson, Orson Welles 
If you go back to the beginning of this blog, you'll see variations of this same photo, and in the process you'll see us (well, me) aging horribly. 
The suckling pig with pickled onion torta at XOCO. I'll pretend I didn't see you drool on your keyboard.
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