November 20, 2011
Thankful Thursday (Sunday): Sisters
So, I know I've totally sucked at my Thankful Thursday posts this year, but I have another post for ya'll, albeit super late...
She turns 27 this week, which means that I've had my longest friend for that many years. Awww!
We celebrated her birthday last night by taking the train downtown with friends to eat at her favorite Spanish tapas restaurant, Cafe Iberico. I'm not a very adventurous eater, so I was fully prepared to eat very little. I promised Amy, though, that I would try everything, and I did. We had grilled octopus, steamed clams, goat cheese and tomato sauce, garlic shrimp, beef tenderloin and potatoes, some kind of pork, a seafood salad, chicken (ironically, the only dish I didn't try all night because it was gone before it got to me), and bananas foster and a Spanish tiramisu for dessert. I can't remember any dish that I didn't like, and that's saying something coming from this picky eater. If you're a tapas fan or want to try it out, I highly suggest you try this place.
After dinner we went to Kingson Mines up in Lincoln Park to listen to some blues music. This was my first time ever at a blues bar, and as a people watcher, I was impressed by the very eclectic patrons. The bar has two rooms, and they switch back and forth between bands in each room. If you like that kind of music, you'd probably love this bar too. I'm not a huge fan of this genre, so I liked it better when they played in the other room, and we were able to talk while we still listened.
The train ride home was probably the most eventful with a drunk guy passed out on his wife across the aisle from us. I could see in her eyes that she was near tears when we boarded. And then he started heaving and puking. She tried to stop him by covering his mouth, which ended up in a nasty mess all over her hands. And I know she was super embarrassed. I felt so bad for her. She called someone and explained that he took 8 shots with someone at the bar, almost got into a fight with a homeless man, and punched the windows at Macy's all before passing out on the train. She looked at us at one point and said, "This is not my job. I'm a wife, not a babysitter!" I know that totally sucked for her, but it was good entertainment for us. Haha! I hope she makes him pay for it today while he's surely hungover.
Anyway, it was a great night on the town. I didn't get home until after 2:00, but it was worth the exhaustion. Happiest birthday, Seester! I love you!