Tavern is the capital of the Chicago sector known as the "Viagra Triangle" for all of the older gents trolling for younger ladies. I can't say that I've spent much time there because, well, I have limited patience for that kind of game. That said, it's supposed to be a great place for a martini and made me feel a little Rat Pack.
I get through my first drink rather quickly and Colleague was giving me her comments on Thursday's post- they were great and I will be sharing them tomorrow. Martini Number 2 was interrupted by a pair of gentlemen in town from Hartford and wearing UPS pins. My mom grew up in that neighborhood and I used to work in marketing at FedEx so Colleague and I are chatty. Let me be clear- I find neither of these two attractive and the one was rather pushy so I pushed him on married colleague who can handle herself:) They were kind enough to buy a round and cruel enough to buy what I can only guess to be several others. Colleague and I were having a ball at Landmark (bar 2- why? could not tell you) but enough was ENOUGH and we turned in nice and toasted around 10 (having begun at 5:30).
Please do not mistake turned in for in bed. I decided i should still be up and corresponding, responding to comments, writing emails and getting myself fed. Six blue cheese stuffed olives did not a steady girl make. What to do while on my health kick? A Lean Cuisine of course! Pop it out of the freezer and into the microwave- a lifesaver.
Fast-forward to this morning:
What's wrong with this picture?I apparently decided to rearrange the freezer and did not notice the ice-cream shaped hole I left. CVDJ was at my apartment when I discovered this (I don't often gaze at the top of my fridge) and she was just more than mildly amused. I was simply reminded WHY these happy hours are fabulous but few and sorry that the ice cream had to suffer my lessons.