Lebanese is my new favourite food. Seriously. And I’m into food. Wow. Our table was groaning with tappas-style treats. The best stuffed vine leaves Ive ever tasted. I think the artichoke hearts in a tangy garlic soup was my favourite. You cant say you’ve really lived in Chicago until you’ve tried Fattoush. I couldnt believe how inexpensive it was too, even by Pittsburgh standards, but especially for Chicago.

On the way to Fattoush a guy jumped out of a shop when we walked past the door and passionately shouted, “Bonnitas! Bonnitas!” We had a hard time understanding what he was trying to communicate and figured he might just need help. We didn’t have time to stop and help him.

Of course we did the giant frozen margherita thing as it was in preparation for the karaoke bar… I howled and Nykki shouted Hotel California at the crowd. We even applauded ourselves afterwards, and I have to say it was the best applause I’ve ever received.

Herewith are the snaps from our cavortings…

Just arrived… tired but soooo happy.

Nykki demonstrates what a big giant Star Trek nerd I am.

And the classic “Nathan poses for the camera” pose. Awww… I miss him…

The standard tourist shot. Yawn.

Fresh faced, riding on “the EL”. I hear the EL stands for “elevated”… however it mostly translates as “the the” in Spanish-Yumminese.

I look naughty because I am naughty.

Nykki gives me tips on how to correctly emphasise my tatas.

Me, Courtney and Nykki prove you can comfortably squeeze three full sets of breasts into a very small space.

Erm… I don’t remember this. I must have been really feelin’ it.

Courtney bravelely steps into the middle of the busy main road to take this photo of us. While my legs werent working too well by this point and I wasnt wearing the sequin dress, my arms were still able to pose, “and all this here sign above my head and single sister Nykki could be yours if you come to Chicago.”