And. Let's take a moment to breathe in the presentation of the dinner, entree by entree...
Gah. It was so good. The kind of good that you only get when you are getting a free meal that you did absolutely nothing to deserve (thanks, Annika and Al). Also, we all looked smashing. And we enjoyed a mushroom strudel (good god) appetizer, a wonderful bottle of red wine with dinner, and a white and dark chocolate mousse cake. The part of the story that I will leave out includes a woman clutching her starbucks and swearing at Chicago Transit, Tim guilting us into getting off the train too early, running up and down the street trying to reach another train station, and eventually jogging down Washington street to grab a cab and practically dragging two elderly women draped in beige and sparkles out of the backseat. WE HAVE RESERVATIONS, I wanted to pant as I dumped them on the sidewalk, do you know how infrequently the quality of my evening requires reservations? EXCITEMENT!
It was delicious, and thankfully we also caught the end of the women's marathon and the last official gold medal swim for someone named Phelps after we got on a train going the wrong direction. Oops. That one was actually my fault.
Tonight we dine with the original Ruth Meberg. She is in Arlington Heights and informed me that running a marathon is "the stupidest, craziest thing anyone could do, but I have respect for anyone that does it."
Me too, Ruth Meberg, me too.
3 comments:
Oh man, Aunt Ruth is priceless.
While you were eating those delicious meals Aaron and I were eating Price Chopper frozen pizza (which is actually quite good).
Can I also mention I stopped mid bite while eating said pizza, because my heart fell out of my chest and onto the floor when Deena Kastor had to drop out of the Olympic marathon.
Sadness.
yeah, broken foot? WTF?
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