So here's my day in a summary:
I lost my atm card in the morning and literally had my arse handed to me on a plate that evening.
Ah, let me elaborate.
Apparently, my atm card didn't like the cold of Chicago, and made a break for it. Where to? I don't know. Luckily, no one found it, so I canceled it and life goes on.
Next up, work. Which I did. Lunch was at Panda Express. Why there? Well, not only was it cold. Oh, and it was so very, very cold. But we had bonus snow today too! Nothing worthwhile like, but it would cause a state of emergency if this happened down in Dallas. It made the sky pretty, but not the ground which had sidewalks covered with this graylike slushlike sludge that turned the sidewalks into a slip and slide. Then, more work ensued, as is usually what happens at, you know, work.
After, I met up with a coworker and after a short quest to find a Hallmark, we wandered aimlessly for a few minutes until she suggested the best named place I had ever heard.
Miller's Pub.
Those who know me know for obvious reasons why this is a good name.
So, we got there, great atmosphere. And I looked at the menu. And I saw it. The thing I must eat.
"Miller's Pub Butt Steak"
So wrong on so many levels. But you knew I was ordering it.
And then it came - my arse was literally handed to me on a plate (picture will be up shortly).
Not a particularly exciting day, but hey, I had my arse handed to me on a plate! Literally!
Oh, and let me tell you, Miller's butt steak was actually very good. Which is also a sentence that is wrong on so many levels it's amazing.
