Garage Sprints, Upwords and a Hotdog

by sara on February 27, 2011

The last few days of our Illinois trip were pretty memorable.  We had a mega cousin party including an Upwords tournament.  My Houston cuz and Fort Worth cuz “had to fly back to get back to work.” Yeah.  Afraid of Upwords much?

My cousin Julie wanted to fight to see who went first so I pretend wrestled her and then said “OMG is that Justin Bieber on TV?!” and when she turned around I ran to the board and played “Pooted.”  12 points please.

My brother was our official score keeper.  Why, you ask?  Well, he’s good at balancing the books.

After our game of Upwords, my brother promised Julie some fun…IF she would get her dad’s approval.  So, she got it.

“Julie Ann has full permission to run up and down Evelyn Carolyn’s driveway with Tony until he or she pukes.  Signed, Dave (official Father by law)”

It might have been forged but who are we to challenge a family member.  Let the fun begin!  First up, jump as high as you can until we get the best picture.  It took 8 tries but we got it!  So far, no one yakked.

Next up?  Garage races!

There was even backwards running.  Still, no puke.  Do all families do this?  No?  That’s cool.

At one point while my brother and cousin tried to make each other yakgarbl, I spied two kids playing in the elevator.  Seeing that it was my civic duty, I waited for one to come out of the elevator then scared the Bejeepers out of him and took his picture.  Told him I was going straight to the cops with it.  He begged me not to and I told him I was just kidding.  He asked what we were doing and I told him running up and down the garage until we throw up, what about you?  He said really?  I said yes.  He said you’re weird.  I said YOU ARE.  He said YOU.  I said whatever you’re dumb and ran away.

Though the parking garage event was not successful in terms of regurgitating, we returned just in time to tuck my grandmother into bed with her gnome baby.  She got the gnome baby as a birthday gift for her garden.  Note to self: ask for a gnome baby for my 90th.

On our way back to the hotel we hit up Portillo’s for some true Chicago style grub.  Portillo’s has 34 locations all owned by the same family.  No franchising!

Oh sorry this is what it should look like with rain goggles on.

My moms had the garbage salad.  Please also note she is straight up representing with her Illinois shirt.

My dad had the Italian beef.  Look at the grease.  Foodgarbl readers, if your Italian beef is not dripping with beef grease, you do not have a legit Italian beef.  Remember that.

The bro and I both got dogs with everything on them: mustard, relish, onion, tomatoes, kosher pickles and sport peppers.

Upwords + Portillo’s = HYPERACTIVE NEED TO BURN OFF ENERGY WHAT IN TARNATION DID I JUST EAT HOW COULD I LOSE A WORD GAME TO MY YOUNGER COUSIN WHERE IS THE TREADMILL ROOM I AM NEVER EATING AGAIN OOOOH ICE CREAM.

I ran a 5k then biked 11 miles while my brother did his thang. 

The next day, we had to say goodbye to our 90-yr-old celebrity grandmother 🙁

Until next time Grams!  Thanks for having 4 cakes!

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Janice February 28, 2011 at 2:10 pm

That G-nome is so gangsta! Cool jumping pic. Did you know that has replaced the peace sign as the official Asian picture?? Thought you’d like to know. You showed that lil kid! Gotem!

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