In an effort to make sure everyone read my Lollapalooza post carefully, I've let Steady Mobbin' fall a little behind. But I've got plenty of content to post for the time being, so it's not like I was out of ideas (again.)
Come with me and we'll journey back to last Thursday night when Pretty Boy Jeff Mulcock organized a magnificent surprise sushi blowout for Ms. Jenna Theobald at Haru on Park Avenue South. Here you can see that Jenna was sufficiently pleased and surprised to find us all there.
There was a good atmosphere going on and everything so I decided not to spoil it with a bunch of flash photos. The result? A bunch of blurry photos that will either maybe please your artistic sensibilities or annoy you.
Jeff had taken Jenna on a sort of Ransom of Red Jeff adventure that evening and here Josh reads the ransom note Jeff had written up for himself. The contents, were they clever? Certainly.
I tried things like balancing my camera on glasses to get clearer photos . . . clearer, but not so much of people's faces.
Jenn also had a camera, and here she's looking at her own blurry photos.
Then I started a game where we passed the camera around and took pictures of the people across from us making faces. Here Jenn gets to be the first person to do something silly with chopsticks and, while I suppose I'm supposed to be making a dumb face and I suppose I am all blurry, I still think I look kind of good in this photo.
Maria makes a face and she doesn't even need chopsticks to help her.
Ahem, Karisa . . . Josh, time to make a face.
No, no, a silly face. . .
There we go.
Look at him put that stuff down.
Kristin's own variation on chopstick silliness.
But Craig was crafty enough to use his spoon as a gag. That's taking it to the next level!
And the Birthday Girl turns all alien on us.
Jeff makes a prop of Jenna.
But eventually the silliness had to stop and the gorging had to begin. (They split that, it's not all just for Jeff)
While it might not look like much in this photo, this spread of rice-wrapped raw fish nearly killed me, especially when you factor all the pieces of rolls offered to me by other diners. After taking care of this feast I felt like I couldn't eat sushi again for like, two days or something.
But wait! It turns out Thursday wasn't even Jenna's real birthday! Her birthday was really on Sunday so Karisa threw her another party! True to form, it was all blurry.
When the lights got turned back on we wound up playing Karisa's DVD Family Feud game. Girls vs. Boys, and the Girls destroyed us guys, by like over maybe 200 points. But who knew that "beef", "meat", and "steak" would all be different answers to "Name a food Dogs like as much as people do"? Inspired by Jared and Karen Rusten's cutthroat games of Catchphrase, I suggested that the losers would have to spell their names with their . . . ahem . . . butts, and there I found myself, having spelt "B-r-i-g-h-a-m B-a-r-n-e-s" much quicker than either M-u-l-c-o-c-k could spell "S-t-e-p-h-e-n" or "J-e-f-f."