I have a brother.
|Here we are at Warrior Dash 2011 being sexy.|
His name is Steve. (Although, as children we used to refer to him as "Little Laura.")(Because our mom
Steve moved to Chicago a few years ago and I had yet to make a trip out there to see him. So when my mom called me last week and asked if I'd like to take a last minute all expenses paid trip to see him without my kiddos in tow I was all, "Twist my arm why don't you."
We left my house on Saturday around 9:00 a.m. Michigan time. We drove to Chicago in record time
The closer we got to Steve's, the tighter we held our legs together, and the more tense we became. (Because Cassie is awesome she sent Steve a text hinting that the bathroom should probably be available the nanosecond we arrived at his house.)(Steve is also awesome and texted back that he was thinking about pooping and hadn't yet decided, so we'd have to wait and see if there would be a bathroom ready.)(Because I am awesome I told Cassie she could go first when we got there.)(But only because the unspoken rules of Potty Dibs clearly indicate that the person to first mention the need to pee officially has primary bathroom rights.)(And that just happened to be Cassie.)(This time.)(I won't be so quiet next time.)
We arrived at Steve's house around 12:30 Chicago time. It's much bigger than I thought it would be, and also (sadly) much better decorated than my own home. I mean, the man has a Tinkerbell shower curtain. Steve lives with two roommates named Doug and Billy. Doug and Billy have known each other forever, mainly because they are twins. They are also Toledo boys, and I've been there a few times, so right away we were able to discuss the awesomeness of the Toledo Zoo. (In hindsight, I can't believe I didn't bring up The Toledo Mudhens, because I occasionally attend their minor league baseball games, and one time I saw Crystal Bowersox there. That's kind of an impressive name to drop, so I can't believe I missed that opportunity.)
We walked to a restaurant called the Boiler Room where you can get a piece of pizza, PBR, and a shot of Jameson for $7.50. This is one of Steve's favorite breakfasts. I had the "Purist" - pizza with fresh mozzarella, basil, and a balsamic reduction. It was delicious. I also had a Diet Coke, and totally stayed strong while my alki brother tried to get me drunk. (Not really.)(But he did offer me his extra shot.)(Because he was raised to share
|Cassie and I at the Boiler Room.|
This may have been the second time in my life I've been rejected from a band that doesn't even exist. This is probably how the Beatles felt when Decca Records turned them down.
Stay tuned for Chi-Town, Mangina, and the JCSS Cover Band - Part Two. There will be redemption. And a Super 8 Motel.