Lars and the Real Girl

Ryan Gosling on the brain. But really, my days with Lara in Evanston were quite magnificent. We knocked a few movies off her never-been-seen list (and remembered that time when Libby, Erica and I attempted to recreate the 'cell block tango' in the Chi-O living room).

judging someone most likely.

We conquered The Keg, an Evanston bar/some fusion of Skeeps and Rick's where I'm fairly certain I saw (hit on) a boy who was celebrating his Bar Mitvah.

The next day Lars, her mom and I ate brunch at this charming place that I can't remember the name of before heading into the city to see rabbit hole. And the title of this post comes into play again right about.. now.

As we were eating our fried egg sandwiches, we noticed a man eating breakfast across the table from a giant, human-size stuffed monkey. The weirdest part was that no one seemed to notice or think it was strange. After he finished his meal, he walked over to the other side of the table, picked up his friend, carried him out, and Lara is fairly certain that she saw him buckle the monkey into the backseat of his car. Casual.

I'm currently thinking of similar things that I can do to mess with people in public places. Any suggestions?



p.s. - here is a thing we ate and a thing we saw...

Homemade pizza dinner, yum.

Baha'i center in Evanston (for zoe joon)