Yesterday was from hell, but in a good cause, and a great party. My mother-in-law talked us into hosting a “surprise” birthday party for my father-in-law and 50 of his closest friends and relations. Here at the house. I didn’t blog anything about it for lo, these several months because there was a chance that he’d hear about this website from another family member. Now the story can be told of events leading up to Our Living Nightmare. A good time was had by all, apparently, except us.
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Last night after our adventures at the Botanic Garden, we needed something to eat, fast. So we went to Sushi Station, which filled the main criteria: it was nearby, fast, and cheap-ish. Unlike another sushi place we’ve been to with a train motif, this one has a refrigerated case covering the “sushi line,” and plates of nigiri and such travel along a belt made up of interlocking discs (each one has a bite taken out of it, to allow for the next disc upline to rotate around the corners). It’s good, it’s quick, it’s pretty inexpensive — and then I…
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The aftermath of Valentine’s Day left me with a few more extra pounds I don’t need, so on a whim I decided last week to just not eat candy at all. In addition to munching on all the candy normally around the office during any holiday associated with chocolate, I was in the habit of getting a candy bar out of the vending machines. And also David and I usually get favorite candy treats at the grocery store – his is strawberry or raspberry licorice, mine is Peppermint Patty (brought home from the store intact and frozen). Well, something’s gotta…
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David and I have sushi telepathy. Today at approximately 515pm, a random thought popped into my head (as they so often do). This one said, simply, “Sushi.” And then in a rush to justify this thought, I pondered, “well, we’ve been good – ate in several nights this week already, with the exception of the big blowout at Sabor the other night.” So I called David on his cell and said: “I have one word to say to you.” (In the silence, no one can hear you say “can you hear me now”) “Sushi.” David started screaming something about “get…
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Oh, man, that was a good dinner last night. We met Steve and friends Chris and Susan to celebrate Steve’s birthday at Sabor! in Schaumburg. It’s described (a little over-enthusiastically by the waiter) as Nuevo Latino, which he chose to pronounce “New-Wavo” Latino. That’s a minor lapse on his part; he’s right to let his enthusiasm for the food run away with him, because the appetizers and entrees we chose with his help and advice totally rocked our worlds. A final note – Sabor’s decor is interesting and modern, yet comfortable. If you’re a non-smoker, request seats at the back…