The Juice is Loose

Yesterday’s, and today’s, Groupon was for Peeled, a juice bar in Lincoln Park. The offering: a 3-day juice cleanse. After much deliberation, I bought it.

Then like a true girl, I made Molly buy it to do it with me. Then I somehow talked LeBaron into buying one this morning. “Misery loves company!”

Bit nervous about this juice cleanse. Seeing as I like eating. And drinking coffee and wine. Especially when all of these things happen in restaurants surrounded by friends. I haven’t decided if it’s worse to do the cleanse during the week at work or on the weekend. Both carry their pseudo-pros and cons.

But at any rate, it’s just a matter of time before I start drinking veggies and fruit juices every two hours.

Gulp.

 

Just fillin’ the bucket ‘o life

Last weekend Molly was in town, which meant I not only got to hang with a lovely Kansas lady, but I also got to kick it with her amazingly fun sister Emily. The last time Molly came in town, was the day I lost my job, so I was a bit nervous about her returning. But no worries, still employed!

I’m glad that when she comes in town she bakes cookies and always wants to dance. Two things I just can’t get enough of. So after a pretty low key Friday night (I mean, compared to our Saturday, insanely low key), we ventured up to Wrigley to see some of the boys. After being there for a bit, we grew a bit tired and decided to head back to Emily’s. The traffic was literally insane on Clark, so we walked a bit/debated just trekking back to Em’s on foot.

And that’s when we spotted them.

Sitting there, begging to be of use: A rickshaw.

It was on the bucket list to ride one. And lord did we ride this one. Poor guy stood most of the time pedaling us ladies (note: I’m sure passerbyers thought we were enormous). But impressively, said biker/puller managed to smoke a cig the whole entire time. By the time we got to Emily’s I felt so bad. Dude’s calves had to have burned and throbbed the next day! So we tipped him 150% of our $12 tab. And seriously, that was cheaper than sitting in a cab eating away at a meter.

Seriously, look at how excited all of us are to be crammed in a little buggy.