Back to the Chi

Would you spell it "Chi" or "Shy"? Cuz that really just sounds like tai chi. Anyways, flew back out to Chicago last Thursday. Was supposed to go the weekend before with Sandy, but she ended up having to work and I stayed around to spend our 4 (?) year anniversary together. We went to this nice place on the island called The Waterlot. Ribeye was pretty good, but the two orders of foie gras was even better.

Anyways, plan was to just cancel the trip altogether, but after a couple days I realized I wanted to go back and hang out with my boo. Plus, we had ordered a buncha stuff, so I might as well go and pick them up. And I had already made a big ol shopping list. You know you're an official House Husband when you fly back to the states to go on shopping trips. All I need now is a manpurse. So booked a last-minute trip. Layover was in Newark, which wasn't all that bad cuz I got to eat a double filet o' fish w/ extra tartar sauce. My boo picked me up from the airport and we proceeded straight to Hooters! Crazy ass waitress tells us they're out of wings. I seriously almost started crying. I was too shocked and sad to even get upset. I figured she was joking at first, but she kept it up for quite a while. Thank all that is good and true in the world that she was joking.

Ate breakfast by myself Friday at Bongo Room. Eating by yourself blows. Couldn't even play with my iPhone. Pancakes were good but not worth the humiliation of eating by yourself. Orange juice wasn't even fresh! Drove out to Bolingbrook to make sure I could open up the storage unit so I could go buy some LEGOs. Last time we were in Chicago before Taiwan, I bought all these LEGOs only to find out that the lock wouldn't open. Had to return em all. :( Met up with Grant and Bob at Kampai for lunch. Did a ton of shopping. All you can eat Korean BBQ for dinner with the boys. Then some poker to round out the night.

Saturday was more chill. Brunch at Walker Bros. Dinner at Ruth's Chris. Had the most delicious cowboy ribeye. AMAZING. Great recommendation. Haven't had steak other than at Wildfire in a long time. Then went to Ginseng of all places to meet up with Andy and Will. You know you're a friend when I'm willing to go to a freaking Ginseng club to meet up with you.

Met up with Will and Andy for Dim sum at Furama. Then more shopping. Capped off the trip with three slices of Lou Malnati's deep dish. Only slept about an hour that last night cuz my flight was at 7AM, and me and the mister wanted to get a couple more hours of CoD in.

You know you're getting old when you can't play video games all night anymore. Back in college, we'd play Starcraft the entire night and into the next day, go to class, play more Starcraft, play some basketball and eat and then pull another Starcraft all-nighter. Those were the days.

Stomach felt off all night. I'm pretty sure my stomach wasn't used to all that cheese. Worst part is I couldn't even poop. Tried a buncha times cuz I knew I was gonna be on a plane all day and stuck with nasty airport bathrooms. Flight to Newark was brutal. Spent THE ENTIRE layover in the bathroom unloading while listening to my iPhone and breathing thru my shirt. How can the Japanese have such immaculate bathrooms while all the ones in the states make you want to vomit?! When I tried to get up after the first round, I almost fell back into my own shit cuz my entire lower half was asleep. I basically just stood there in the stall for like five minutes while I let the blood flow back thru my feet and legs. Walked around for a lil bit then went back for round two cuz my stomach still hated me.

Felt better after the second exodus, so I wisely decided to celebrate. You spend the entire day in pain cuz your stomach hurts from eating too much nasty, greasy food all weekend. You finally start to feel better, so what do you do? Go eat another double filet o' fish with extra tartar sauce. Duh. Yes, I know. I'm a genius. Stomach wanted to thank me for being such a moron by making the flight to Bermuda absolute hell. I spent the rest of the night back on the island eating week old french bread. Stomach's just now starting to feel normal.

Came back with 90 lbs. worth of goodies, 5 of which are hanging over my belt. Big thanks to the Suhs for being the best hosts ever. It was good seeing the few ppl I got to see.