So, last night, Heidi and Jane and myself headed to Lincoln Square for dinner and an evening of Witty Women Writers at the Book Cellar. I jumped on the brown line after work (didn't get lost! woohoo!) and arrived at the book store way before the girls did. Left to my own devices while they battled traffic, I did what I usually do - I went shopping (US economy? You're welcome.). Yeah, anyway, we decided dinner was our top priority & went first to the Chicago Brauhaus. As we were munching our gigundous Bavarian pretzel, it came to our attention that we were sharing our corner of the restaurant with a Chicago White Sox player (sadly, none of us knew which one). He seemed nice enough, he blabbed on a cell phone in Spanish a lot, ate a gigantic pile of meat (and still needed to take some of it home), bopped appreciatively to the German oomm-pah band and posed for a picture with some of the restaurant staff. The staff (maybe the owner?) gave him a hat and t-shirt from the Brauhaus, a few free drinks, etc.
After dinner, we went back to the Book Cellar, hoping to hear one of our fave local Witty Woman Writers, Jen Lancaster. Let me just say, they are not joking around when they call it a "cellar" it is a very small space, and we squeezed ourselves into the vestibule which was a. not very comfortable and b. not conducive to hearing anything the speaker was saying. So we went across the street for dessert instead. Sorry Jen. But the cute bakery across the way? Had cupcakes. And interesting furniture arrangements in the ladies room. They also had strudel and actual phlaumkuchen. And you know us, we can never resist the call of the confectionary.
We'd hoped to venture back towards the end of the reading & maybe meet Jen & tell her how much we love her books & maybe talk about Twilight etc etc. But it was not to be. We went back to the cute shop I started the evening in and after that, we headed back to the MG stuffed full of schnitzel and cake.
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