Above the Law

For some reason, the city of Chicago finds themselves above the general workings of the Gregorian calendar by celebrating St. Patrick’s Day on March 12. Although I have only lived here for a few months I can safely guess the reason is to have an excuse to drink for 6 consecutive days. I guess altering the date of an international holiday to drink more is as good of an excuse as any.

Watching the Chicago river get even greener on this untimely holiday.



Erin goes for the green, I do not.

Brockism, Brockasm.

There is nothing quite like having a Brock come to town. Thanks for successfully bringing together people from all walks of your past, from elementary school to your most recent one night stand.

Apparently, some college habits die hard.


Blurry, yet representative.


Cuteness on a ball.


I swear to god, we had never met before this night.


And finally, Meridel and her prized gloves.

The Discerning Mouse Palate...

...with a side of death wish. Eat up you little bastard. May you rest in peace with peanut butter (or sweet cream) whiskers.

The healthy kind of mold

Even as a Midwesterner, I was impressed with this moldy feat. Gelled to perfection, Carly's multi-color masterpiece was a hit on the plate and in my mouth.



Aw, the craftsmanship...

Thanks Guys.

My classmates put on a nice show for my birthday~

There was fun,


There was cake,


There were drinks,



and...there was me trying to break dance....in slippers.....