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…to krystal ball



My horoscope from Sunday:
CAPRICORN (Dec. 22-Jan. 19): You’re the kind of adventurer who is willing to sometimes go against the grain in order to experience what only a few people ever do. You’re due for another one of your brave escapades.


(This is probably one of my favorite photos that I have ever taken)

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Luckily insanity runs in my family.

On Saturday I had to work the Opening Night Gala and Opera Ball in Chicago from about 4pm to midnight. But the Krystal Square Off was on Sunday…in Chattanooga…and a 9.5 hour drive away…and Kobayashi would be eating this year…and it would only be televised on FSN South which no one I know gets… So what’s a girl to do? Why, enlist her dad to pick her up from work and drive through the night of course! (In fairness to me I would never have asked him to do it, he offered!) Yes, my whole family is insane.

So my dad picked me up outside of the Hilton at midnight and drove 600 miles in the dark and fog while I slept in the back seat.

We arrived in Chattanooga around 11am (Eastern), just in time for me to grab a prime front row, center spot. Way better vantage point than for Nathan’s! No Thunder Sticks in the way of my pics this time! (just photographers and videographers and judges…but that’s to be expected.)

The Marshall Tucker Band kept the crowd entertained (in fact, I think there were a few people who came just to see them and left afterwards) and free Krystals were given out to curb my hunger. I got to meet Jamie and Sadie (The HungrySisters) who coincidentally sat right behind me. Actually probably not too coincidentally as they also surely wanted to be as far front and center as possible! But after reading each others’ blogs, we finally got to meet! Sadie was even there to be a Bunnette for the day and got to hold up the counter card for Kobayashi!

Soon enough the contestants arrived to Ross’s Landing on their boat and one by one were introduced to the cheering crowd. After they signed a few autographs they were whisked away and the show was about to begin!

First up was the amateur contest: teams of two took the stage to try to eat 12 Krystal burgers in the shortest amount of time. Ben and Brittany Griffith won the contest by eating 12 burgers the fastest…actually I think HE alone ate about 11 and a half or so of them in 12 minutes…

Badlands came out and performed a few of his awesome songs and then, again, the contestants were all introduced, this time taking the stage for the broadcast.

Cups were set up, filled with water or Kool-Aid or whatever liquid an eater decided they wanted to work with and to dunk their buns in. Pat Bertoletti, my favorite eater (he’s a Chicagoan, I’m biased), always uses red juice of some sort that dyes his hands blood red as he eats.

Takeru Kobayashi and Joey Chestnut took center spots. Chestnut won last year, breaking the 100 barrier by eating 103. Kobayashi was the previous champion but a jaw injury that year had kept him away. The same jaw injury was blamed for his loss earlier in the year to Chestnut in hot dogs when Chestnut beat him for the first time. Since then he has lost to both Pat and Joey in chicken wings and to six others when he cut out of a turkey-eating contest mid bite due to the recurring injury. From that first time Chestnut did the unthinkable by taking Kobayashi down it seems like every contest is marked by the question, will this be Kobayashi’s comeback? Just a week earlier he ate 89 Krystals, a record number amongst qualifiers.

To top that off, last year, Humble Bob Shoudt edged out Pat securing a second-place victory. This year, it could be anybody’s game.

The countdown counted down and the clock started and mushed meat and bread made its way from box to mouth to stomach. It was hard to keep track of who was winning. Pat and Joey and Koby and Tim and Bob were all eating strong. Each one seeming to edge out or be close to edging out the competition. Slowly but surely Joey’s rate increased and he took a lead, Pat and Kobayashi were close behind though and while it was clear who won when the clock went from one second to zero, second place wasn’t so clear.

Behind Kobayashi the counter board displayed 86. Behind Joey 94. And behind Pat 86. Judges conferred, debris was examined, deductions were applied and everyone waited patiently for the results to be announced. And George Shea took the stage to announce the results.

In third place: Takeru Kobayashi with 84 Krystals.

In second place: Patrick Bertoletti with 85 Krystals.

And in first place: Joey Chestnut with 93 Krystals.

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After the competition I hung around a bit. I FINALLY met Humble Bob, who last year after Krystals posted some of my pics to his website along with a request to meet me some day. I said hi to Pat, and while I was leaving he stopped me and gave me his Krystal counter board! And I finally got to meet Kobayashi!

And then my dad and I headed back to the car for another 9.5 hour drive. In all we ended up driving about 20 hours in 26 hours. Some people may call this stupidity. I choose to call it dedication.

Lots and lots of Krystal Square Off pictures here!

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from opera ball…



Recently I’ve been qualifying many of my adventures with the phrase “this may be the stupidest idea I’ve ever had.” Well, let me tell you, this weekend I indeed had the stupidest plan yet and it’s going to be very very hard to top…

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Once upon a time in the far off land of Chicago there lived a princess. It was the night of the ball, which she could not miss. Unfortunately, her princes were not at the ball but 600 miles away preparing for battle the very next day. The princess was determined to fulfill her royal obligations to attend the ball but also desired to see her heroes perform. Could she dash away by midnight before her coach turned into a pumpkin…errr…in order to see a hamburger eating contest in Chattanooga?

So Saturday night was the Opening Night Gala and Opera Ball at Lyric. I, of course, had to work, but really I love it because it gives me a chance to get dressed up and when else in my life am I ever going to go to a ball?

My job throughout the night was to do videography, capture interviews, get some footage of people in ball gowns walking the red carpet and getting out of their limos, people dancing, and the Grand March when all the stars arrive to the ball.

After the gala we headed over to the Hilton for Opera Ball.

After a bit of filming we were free to enjoy the party! We had our first course of Smoked Duck Breast, Triangle of Clafoutis, and Petite Mache Salad and main course of Mustard Herbed Filet Mignon with Truffle Sauce, Potatoes Daphinois, Carrot Mousse, and Haricots Verts.

Unfortunately, midnight approached quickly so I had to dash out before the crème brulee was served, but I had a nine and a half hour drive ahead and a hamburger eating championship to get to…

Gala and Ball photos here!!!

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power rangers: jungle fever



Happy Birthday Nadia!

Nadia’s Birthday celebration in 10 items or less…

1.Dinner at Macaroni Grill. I made my own pasta dish of penne with garlic cream sauce, parmesan crusted chicken, mushrooms, spinach, and caramelized onions. YUM. I’m glad I didn’t go with the garlic cloves as the sauce was mighty garlicky already (although you can never have too much garlic).

2. Singing happy birthday in Italian :) And free cake :)

3. Bowling cosmic style. Cosmic style apparently synonymous with 80s hair metal.

4. Jen gave nad the cutest owl shaped oven mitt ever. EVER.

5. I lost the card I was going to give Nadia (and the New Kids ticket I bought her). Luckily I found it later, but I wasn’t able to give it to her.

6. NKOTB playing on the cosmic bowl screen made me so psyched for next weekend!

7. Nadia does well at bowling on her birthday.

8. We tried to get Jen to stick with the score of 69 but she hit more pins and got 72.

Me: I don’t think Adam can bend that way.

Jen: You’d be surprised.

9. Nine is for my nine pound ball that kept getting stuck in the ball machine thingy.

10.Power Rangers: Jungle Fever

Pictures here!!!

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pretty always equals best



one.
Josh and I met up for dinner on Tuesday for dinner at Irish Times. I like that place because they play real Irish music and the people who work there are actually Irish. I ate Irish stew and bitched about my life. It’s good when friends actually are there to listen when you need them.

We decided on a few things:

1. We’re both getting Vespas and are scootering across the country. Mine is going to be pink.

2. We both had thought about buying the Cock Robin. I suggested we also buy the empty place next door and open Cock Robin After Dark (90210 anyone?). Although…that may sound a tad too much like a gay nightclub.

3. I agreed to hustle up the Hancock with him if he polar plunges with me.

 

two.
Speaking of 90210…Does it mean that I’m old that I relate more to the teachers relationships on 90210 than the students?

 

three.
In an example of just how fast technology changes…I’m reading a book on photography published in 2008. A line in it says “Because of the ways DSLRs operate, movies are beyond their capabilities.” Both Nikon and Canon have just introduced DSLRs that are able to capture movies.

 

four.
I feel guilty when I get in an elevator and press a button for a floor lower than a person who got on before me.

 

five.
Jury duty has forced my rate of text messaging to go way up because I am desperate for outside human bonding throughout the day.

 

six.
I like foreign films because since I can’t understand the dialogue anyways I don’t have to turn the volume up to deafening levels just to hear it.

 

seven.
jeff: did you see Diving Bell?
me: no
jeff: you should add that to your netflix queue and put it at #1 it’s beautiful and sad and amazing and unlike anything you have seen
me: it is on my netflix queue
jeff: make it #1 get it soon
me: i added it as #8
jeff: #1
me: #8!
jeff: 1,1,1,11,1,1
me: EIGHT!
jeff: lame
me: you should be happy I added it at all. I move movies up for no man.
jeff: cept me #1
me: i a couple of weeks it will be #1 :)
jeff: today
me: and hasn’t anyone ever told you not to pressure girls once they say no :)
jeff: nope i always heard no means yes

That was well over a month ago and it finally made its way to number one and I finally watched it. I agree that it was an excellent film.

 

eight:
A guy stands outside of the Daley Center every day with this sign:

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“Senator Obama Spare My One and Only Child For Me Please”

Honestly I have no idea what this sign means and whether it is pro- or anti-Obama.

 

nine:
I bought some expired film online. What came was film that doesn’t expire until December. I emailed the company and they said “Yeah, the film you ordered is out of stock, so we just sent you that. The film you ordered was more expensive so we’ll give you some credits for it.” WTF?!?!?!

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on bathing



The concept of a bath is lost on me.

Yesterday, on lunch break from jury duty, after a stressful night, after a stressful morning, I decided to ditch out on going to work and go to Macys to stuff myself with Swedish meatballs and mashed potatoes. The last time I was in that particular Macys was during Lollapalooza when Lindsay dragged us along so she could stock up on her favorite Lush bath products. While eating my lunch I got the idea in my head that I should buy a bath bomb and that I should take a bath. Baths are supposed to be relaxing and I needed to relax. So I went to lush and bought myself one, it was powder green with flecks of purple flowers and smelled like a garden.

After jury duty, after ditching out on going to work, after dinner, I filled up a tub with warm water. When aptly full I dropped the bomb in and watched it fizzle like an Alka-Seltzer, dissolving, depositing a trail f flower petals and confetti and mesh objects and turning the water the color of Ecto-Cooler.

I stepped in, one foot at a time, into the too-hot water, watching my skin instantly go red. I immediately felt like a human tea bag. I contemplated what exactly you’re supposed to do while “bathing” and just how long I had to sit submerged in water until I could justify that the $6 bath bomb had been appropriately cost-effective.

I thought maybe I could read, but in order to peruse my Martha Stewart Living without completely soaking it I had to hang out over the side and be almost completely out of the bathtub or hold the magazine so far above my head that my arms ached and my neck creaked and my eyes strained to read it. I gave up on that idea.

I thought maybe I’d just lay back and close my eyes which may have been a good idea if the bathtub was padded and my head wasn’t resting in a soap dish with no where to look but down at my naked body and contemplate how much weight I’ve gained in the past four years.

I think I spent about ten minutes in the bath after ten minutes of filling it and before the ten minutes I spent wiping the tub of flower petals and tin confetti and cleaning the drain of flower petals and tin confetti. I figure that ten minutes is at least longer than it takes me to suck down a $5 pumpkin spice latte, so I guess the price point is about right.

I’ll give Lindsay credit that watching the bomb dissolve was probably the most exciting moment of my day and it smelled and looked mighty pretty. But I don’t know if I’m a bath girl. Or maybe I was just doing it wrong.

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