So something happened today that blows all of the possibly good cheap wine we've had this week out of the water. We were going out to dinner tonight to celebrate our friends Seth getting into the MFA Ceramics program at SAIC (congrats Seth!!) And since that coincided with restaurant week here in Chicago, where you can go to some great restaurants and have a prix fixe menu for only $32, we decided to go out to a great otherwise-unaffordable restaurant with Seth and his wife Shauna.
Seth's choice was One Sixty Blue, one of the restaurants here in town a certain celebrity sports player in town owns. The food was supposed to be great (and it was). And we were having a great time bringing up random facts about this celebrity at our table when, guess who walks in the door? THE OWNER HIMSELF... MICHAEL JORDAN!!!!
Some thoughts. He's tall, he's got huge hands, he was wearing Nikes, he was with his daughter, he was on his cell phone practically the whole time, and I made eye contact on the way back from the bathroom but then got embarrassed and looked away immediately.
Needless to say, it was pretty awesome. The Bulls kept beating the Suns back when I cared about the NBA, but I always loved to watch MJ, who didn't? (I harbored deep resentment for John Paxson and his three pointer though.) The man is a legend. And we ate dinner next to him. Good night.
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