First, I had a homemade ginger ale from a local Asian eatery. You could tell it was made with real ginger, because it had that unique onslaught of violent ginger flavor rocketed into your taste buds.
Pictured above: In-house ginger ale (with violence).I also ate Thai doughnuts!
Pictured above: My two favorite things: doughnuts and Japanese stereotypes.[Note: above two photos courtesy of Miss Mitali]
But food aside, I also fulfilled a lifelong dream to solve a murder in a grocery store. While at Jewel-Osco (named such because Osco didn't want to change its surname to Jewel), I discovered a bottle of wine that befell a tragic end.
Pictured above: Such senseless spilling of alcohol. But to be fair, everyone knows that the red wines live in a worse neighborhood than the whites.I flashed my Northwestern detective badge and put together a crack squad of the floral center girl, the deli guy, and the free-liquor-samples guy to solve the case. Little did I know that one of them may be the culprit...
And finally, I wore my tobacco-brown suit for the first time when I went to a fancy restaurant with Ro last night. And I even surprised myself in how little I embarassed my friends at the restaurant.
Pictured above: Ah, it's like being a scrawny, awkward Don Draper.
