Happy Hour Happenings

I’m not quite sure what it is, but whenever there is a need to share important information, a happy hour seems to be one of the favorite ways to do it.

Who can resist drink specials and bar food?

Anyway, I haven’t been able to join Lauren and her Team Challenge group for their weekly runs recently. And since that’s the time we use to gossip while the rest of the group logs hard-core mileage, we decided maybe we should just call it what it is and sit on our butts to chat instead. And eat pizza. Obvi.

Lauren said she was picky. And then proceeded to list off my favorite toppings as the ones she’d eat. Black olives, mushrooms, and pepperoni. Love.

Storytelling is way easier that way.

Which reminds me, I believe we’d both like to publicly apologize to the people in the booth behind us. You had no warning of the things you’d overhear. It wasn’t fair.

Anyway, after all the pizza and garlic knots (um… yum), it only seemed fair to get physical activity in this morning.

Which, after half-priced bottles, isn’t always the greatest. But then again, if I continue to have dates and happy hours every day of the week, I’m just going to have to suck it up and deal.

Being a social butterfly. It’s like totally super hard. #firstworldproblems

So yes, I had my first run this morning since the half marathon. 4.9 miles outside because this randomly warm weather will never last and I’m determined to take advantage of it as much as possible.

It feels weird to not have a race in the pipeline. But since I’m still seemingly motivated to get up before 5:00 to do something productive, I’m just going to enjoy the lack of stress from not having an end goal.

Freeballin’ it, ya’ll.

We’ll see how long it lasts.

And being as how I can’t seem to connect one thought to another in this post, and figuring out a way to eloquently wrap this up is not going to happen, I should just quit while I’m ahead and consider scheduling in a few nap times over the weekend.

K, bye.

Pizza Evolution

When growing up, my favorite pizza was Pizza Hut pepperoni pan pizza. My mom or dad would often bring it home after a big shopping trip in the city next to us (it was an ordeal to go because the grocery store was an hour away). It was also a frequent destination for outtings with family friends on a Saturday night. Which was super cool because I was 8 and there were the old school video games in the location we went to (score!).

When it came to toppings, I always went with pepperoni- it was the only one I liked at the time. Although my mom swears up and down I used to eat mushrooms as a toddler.

Then there was college. Where we had the pizza chain, Gumby’s, that soon became my new favorite. This was mostly because it was one of few delivery spots open at 3:00 in the morning.

I was still mostly a pepperoni-only kind of gal, but learned I could bend the rules quite easily if you offer me another Keystone Light while in the ordering process. In addition, Gumby’s was the chain that introduced me to the harmonious combination of pizza with ranch dressing. A habit I still take up on occasion, as it is sinfully delicious.

Then, after moving to Chicago, I was sure that one of the main deep dish spots was certain to strike my fancy.

There was my first experience with deep dish at Gino’s. Eh.
The Rosati’s conveniently located across from my apartment building. Eh.
Lou Malnati’s. Giordano’s. Not bad. Not bad.

What am I missing? What is going on??

After a year or two, the realization was made.

I’m just not excited over deep dish pizza.

I mean… the concept is fabulous. A literal pie of cheese and meat and more cheese? Holy wow.

But I rarely indulge unless with out-of-towners who want to try it. My preference is to just make it on my own (via Trader Joe pizza crust) for a movie night in on the weekends.

Chicago is the mecca of pizza. How is this possible that I do not have a favorite?

Then along came Piece Brewery.
My first time was about a year ago, and I never looked back. The now infamous combo of goat cheese and bacon solidified my membership card to the Piece Pizza fan club.

It may not be Chicago-style (it’s actually New Haven-style), but this Chicago spot ranks up there in my top 5.

They even have their own beer.

I went with Golden Arm- one of their lighter brews. It was a school night, after all…

My heart is theirs forever.

And that is a reason why I was actually looking forward to this last Tuesday (woah- right?). My former manager and I are both pizza lovers and decided, after weeks of trying to plan something, to catch up last night after work at Piece Brewery & Pizzeria.

Funny thing is, going out to eat is a difficult thing for us. My former boss and I both talk relatively quickly and are very capable of rattling on, hopping from one subject to another with no rhyme or reason (this was the case when we worked together, as well). It makes ordering and eating quite difficult. Apologies go out to our extremely patient waiter.

Still a lover of pepperoni, I now prefer to pile the toppings on. And he’s not a big fan of red meat. So we went the vegetarian route. Mushrooms? I’m back, baby! Spinach? Why not? Olives? I love you.

There were also artichokes involved. Don’t hate until you’ve tried it.

They offer “white” (no sauce) or “plain” (no cheese), but I just can’t call it pizza unless sauce and cheese are involved. I’m a purist like that.

The crust is thin, but don’t think it’s not going to be filling. They load up on the toppings that fill you up. Which is awesome. Because I now have my dinner sitting in a plastic carry out box for tonight.

Too bad I didn’t carry out some of their beer while I was at it.

Because pizza without beer (or wine) is just plain wrong. I’ll remember this tonight as I warmup the leftovers.

Later, kids!

Question of the Day (or month, since I don’t do this often): Favorite pizza chain when you were growing up?

Holiday Weekend Distractions

Labor Day Weekend.

It’s a weekend when friends come together and celebrate with one another.With guacamole. At Piece Brewery and Pizzeria. Even if we had to wait 45 minutes to an hour for a table…

It’s worth it. Maybe not so much for the guac. Pretty sure it came from a bucket. But it totally worth it for the pizza.Oh the pizza…

We went with mushrooms, bacon and goat cheese. It was the perfect combination.

So perfect, that we may have gone a little overboard…It was just so good- we couldn’t stop!

But that’s ok. I needed to be well fed for the next day I had planned with Megan!What’s a better way to celebrate an American holiday than to spend part of it in one of the oldest stadiums in the country to watch America’s favorite pastime?

Megan may be a Cubs fan. And I may be a Cards fan. She may be a Miller Lite girl. And I may be a Bud Light gal.But we can still live in peace and harmony.And break it down on the non-dance floor at a non-dance club bar. It’s the American way.

Especially when it’s a German-themed bar.

But it’s cool. We got some serious beer mugs.They were multi-purpose. We got frosty beverages AND were able to fit in a few curls for fitness.

But, as our parents always taught us, we made sure to clean our plates mugs.It may have also seemed a little strange to celebrate an American holiday in a German bar with tequila shots.

But hey. We do what we want.

Besides, we had buffalo chicken nachos before that.So really, it all ties together. Sorta. Right?

Yes. You’re supposed to say yes.

Either way, that’s all that the stuff that kept me out and about over the weekend and away from my lap top.

And oh yeah, that boy who came to visit me. He distracted me, too.

So we can really just put most of the blame on him. It’s the easier thing to do. And he takes it pretty well.

Anyway, enjoy your Tuesday, friends. Usually, as you know, I hate Tuesdays. But I’ll give this one a break because it’s the beginning of a 4-day work week and I’m in a good mood. Just this once…

My Reward For Going

I really hate going to the doctor.

As in, I don’t.

Like ever.

It took practically collapsing from pain when I stood up to get me to an orthopedist about a stress reaction in my leg a few years ago. Had my boss not yelled at me, my leg may have actually fallen off before I admitted there was an issue at all.

Only half kidding on that one.

I’ve lived in Chicago over 3 years now and yesterday was the first time I’ve been to a general practice for anything. Sure, there are my lady doctor and orthopedist who both keep me in check from time to time, but a primary care physician?

Uhhh…. shame…

So when I switched up a few things on my insurance and went for an HMO, it finally became time to get myself a little physical and such.

Also, I need a primary care physician in order to get a referral to go back to my other doctors.

So really, it was a forced thing.

Anyway, I hate going (has this been stressed enough yet?). I hate the waiting room. I hate being weighed in the middle of a hallway. And I hate sitting around in a paper gown for an unnatural period of time. All after showing up 20 minutes early to get the show on the road.

So to make up for my unpleasant experiences at the doctor’s office, and since he didn’t give me a lollipop at the end like all the kids get, I went home in need of come comfort food.Ironically, I’m also not a fan of deep dish pizza. But made my own version last night with the help of Trader Joe’s whole wheat pizza dough.

Hear me out- there’s a big difference when pizza is made at home. Because I filled it with a million veggies instead of a pound of cheese.Artichokes, olives, onions and mushrooms all to add in after letting the crust cook on it’s own for at least 5 minutes (otherwise it stays too doughy in the middle- take note).

This, along with the addition of spinach, is a combo that very few of my friends would ever agree to if we were ordering. Really, the ratio of vegetables in this probably makes my little dish qualify more as a “casserole”. However, since I used legit pizza sauce (that’s what it says on the can!), it is still pizza in my eyes.

And no, there wasn’t a pound of cheese, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a little.I mean… let’s not be silly.

It WAS comfort food, afterall.Dig in, kids.

Oh and I should probably mention the physical went well. He said I was quite healthy and even gave me some pill-a-roos to take for when I feel migraines coming on. I’m not a huge fan of pills of any sort. Asking me to track down some advil in my house usually means me fishing through the bottom of my purse for sample packets I stashed from work. But it’s nice to have some meds on hand. Just in case. 

(Source)

And I’m sure my coworkers/roommate will also appreciate it.

It’s a win for everyone.

First Baseball Weekend In Wrigleyville

Good afternoon.It was an extra-large-cup-o-coffee kind of morning.

I would imagine most people who participate in Opening weekend would agree.

Oh and do you see that awesome spot on my table? That happened last summer- don’t leave a bottle of sun tan lotion sit on your table for a day. Especially if you don’t realize the cap was open and it leaked… because it will eat the finish on the new table you just bought a few months earlier.

Anyway, on to more pressing issues.

Like who’s the smart one that schedules a Saturday baseball game at noon?

Really?If you were out in Wrigleyville, you may have seen me and some of my cohorts in action (even Megan joined in on the fun!). We were the group of delinquents eating nachos at The Stretch, hiding out at Murphy’s Bleachers, eating more nachos and dancing at Casey Moran’s or starting the dance party back at The Stretch.

We like nachos. And we like to dance.

Obviously.

So I’m quite tired today. May have been less tired had we not ran to catch a train and watched it pull away as we got through the doors. And then had to wait an hour for the next one…

We’re really good at that.

As you can see, I elected to spend the day in Wrigleyville and pass up my long run. Still feeling good after my little workout on Thursday night, so we’re going to do a little more running/cross-training today and tomorrow. Just not push it. And still take an extra day or two of rest. Annoying but necessary.

Luckily, as last week passed, I started to get much better at enjoying my sudden free time.

Which is easy to do in good company. On Friday, my good friend Annie and I decided to get together for a lazy night in with wine and a red box.And pizza… don’t forget the pizza…

She requested homemade pizza made by yours truly, and she took care of the salad.

Team work.

Anyway, it’s about time to get moving and try to enjoy the end of my weekend. Laters!

Pizza and Pancakes- But Not All At Once

Aaaaahhhh… vacation.

Yes, I did get to leave a little early from work yesterday.  But no, it was not a good day.

Which would explain why I’m sitting on my couch right now, staring at empty wine bottles.

Don’t worry- my friend Mon came over to help with that.  I bribed her to come hang out.  With food.  Pizza, actually. I did the beer pizza dough again.Fun fact- I cannot, for the life of me, pronounce the name of this beer. So I just call it “Liney’s”. 

Toppings for the pizza was a matter of what I had on hand.This time, it was mushrooms, red onion, chicken sausage, spinach, cheddar, mozzarella and chili pepper flakes.  A mess of goodness.  Fo’ sho.

Good thing we carb loaded with the pizza.  Because otherwise, after watching The Kids Are All Right(Fantastic movie, by the way), we would have never had the energy to go out to a local bar to meet up with some of our guy friends.

Geared up in our hoodies and sweat pants.  Because we’re classy like that.

Thank goodness they love us.  And don’t judge.

I’m not a big believer in taking advil/tylenol.  I try to avoid it at all costs.  This started last year when I was recovering from the stress reaction in my femur.  I was VERY careful to not overdo it, and questioned every little ache or pain.  So I wouldn’t take any pain meds for it, because I didn’t want to make it feel better, think it could handle running on it, and actually make it worse.  Is that weird logic?  Maybe.

Point of the story- no advil to be found in the house this morning.  When I really really wanted it.

There’s some around here somewhere. Surely.  But it was giving me a bigger headache out of frustration, so I gave up and just started coffee instead. 

Surprisingly, I didn’t wake up starving (which is normal).  But knowing myself, it was only a matter of time.  So the breakfast process was put into motion anyway.In the mix was approximately 1 cup of pancake mix made as directed (I say approximately because I ran out), 1/3 cup of oatmeal, and a handful of walnuts.  Add some brown sugar because you’re feeling “kicky”. Pour into a ramekin. Then throw it in the oven to bake for about 25-30 minutes. Perfect- by the time the pancake came out of the oven, it was time to chow down.

Top with peanut butter and chocolate chips- because what else would you put on it?It’s like a walnut oatmeal cookie pancake?

Normally, I think this would serve two people just fine.

Normally.  Told you that “wake up starving” thing would hit eventually.

I should probably get off my bum now. There are errands to attend to and I don’t want to run into the “closing early for the holidays” issue.  So I’m up and at them… riiiiiigggghhhtttt….. now.

Or I’ll finish this cup of coffee first.  Either/or.

The Day After

Hola everyone!

I am pooped.

Yesterday started with some innocent baking, and quickly turned into Holiday Baking Extravaganza 2010.

Ok fine, I saw it coming, but still- standing in the kitchen for 6 or 7 hours is NO joke. 

If you choose to participate in something similar, may I give you some helpful hints?

Deal with it, I’m giving them to you anyways…

1. Hit the gym beforehand.  Yesterday I was determined to get a long session in beforehand.  Because I know myself too well to not think I’ll be dipping my finger into the dough/chocolate/icing.  In total, I ran about 6.5 miles.  There really wasn’t a plan when I started.  But when there was an issue with the circuit breaker, I was forced into intervals (and walked 1/10 a mile between each one).  It didn’t really bother me.  My run looked like this:  3 miles (papa run), 2 miles (mama run), 1 mile (baby run), .5 mile (uuuhhhh… itty bitty baby run?).

2. Fuel up.The one healthy decision I made all day.  It cancels out some of the sugar, right???

3. Enlist the help of a friend.  Preferably one who is a little obsessive compulsive. Enter Monica:She likes to clean.  I do not.  And she pretty much followed me around the entire time, cleaning up the messy trail I’d leave behind.  She even scrubbed the drip pans from my stove top.  And I didn’t once use the stove top.  Back in the day, I’d yell at  her for cleaning the entire time because I felt bad.  But now, I’ve accepted her sick obsession.

Plus, she’s not scared of big knives (clearly).  And I sort of am. 

Either way, I loved that she was willing to help.  Cause she knows my baking adventures are straight-up crazy.  As shown by her comment she left me after posting the picture from yesterday:I told her a test strip would just be silly. If I don’t get diabetes by the end of this weekend, we’re chalking it up to a Christmas miracle.

4. Make a list of steps for EVERYTHING.  I like lists.  They’re fun.  Because there is no greater sense of accomplishment when things are crossed off.  (And I may even write something down that I’ve already done JUST to check it off.  Gotta start somewhere, right?)  Either way, it keeps you from being frazzled about making four or five different things all at the same time.

5. Refuel again.Now that seems more like it.  It had been AGES since either one of us had gotten pizza delivered, so you can imagine how happy we were.  Bacon, mushroom, black olives and spinach.  Delightful.

Deliver is a must, by the way.  Because really- do you want to take the time to make even MORE food?  I don’t think so.

5. Drink more wine.  Make balls jokes as you dip cake balls for what seems like FOREVER.They never get old.

And I like to think my middle school sense of humor keeps me youthful.

6. Cap it off at 7 hours.  Seriously.  You’re risking sanity if you push it over that.

Which means I still have sugar cookies to ice.  Because the thought of whipping up another batch of frosting was making me laugh nervously…

Anyhoo, I’ll be posting the recipes starting tomorrow.  Because there’s a lot and I’ve got to get going.  Sure the baking is almost done- but now I have to figure out how I’m going to get to the mall in this fierce snowfall… meh.

Classic Combo

Pizza and beer.  Classic.  It’s such an all-American thing to do.  This is definitely one of my favorite things- there are few combinations that can top it.

And then Holly goes and does something crazy.  She puts beer in her pizza dough.

Clearly all the cool kids are doing it.  I wanted to be cool, too.  So I decided to make pizza last night in a similar fashion.

My beer of choice was Goose Island’s Autumn Ale.And look:This actually worked!  I won’t lie- I was skeptical at first.  But wooooooo hooo!

Because I’m not going to be home much this weekend, I made it a point of holding out on the grocery shopping.  So my options were slim. The only toppings I really had around were mushrooms and onions.  So simple veggie pizza it was.

Make sure to wait until about half way through baking the pizza dough to add your toppings.  If you add them at the very beginning, the middle of your pizza will never bake and you will have a mess.  Live and learn.

The whole baking process takes about 20 minutes.  Easy peasy.  Enjoy finished pizza with the leftover beer.  If you have no leftover beer from making the dough, I suggest pouring some vino.Bad lighting makes my chedda’ cheese look weird.  (insert shrugging of shoulders)

The dough was much thicker than the usual stuff I get at the store.  But that’s cool.  I like it dense.  Sorta like my men.  Remember? 

Let’s review, shall we?  Holly puts beer in her pizza dough.  Beer in pizza dough is genius.  So logically, we can conclude that Holly is a genius.

Neat-o.

What’s one of your favorite combinations?  I also enjoy beer with buffalo wings.  Or coffee with cake. 

Anyways… Happy Friday everyone!!!  I’ve gotta run downtown today to pick up my race packet for the Hot Chocolate 15k after work and going to bed EARLY.  Not only am I running the race tomorrow, I’m also jumping in the car with my friend Annie and heading to St. Louis for the night.  Random?  Yes.  But Annie asked if I wanted to ride along and I haven’t seen a couple of my favorite blondies for a few months, so why not?

Have a good one, kids!

Fork, Wine & Style… kinda like a G6

Good afternoon, everyone!  Oh man I’m late at posting this…

Sorry.  Sometimes I have to wait a little longer on some days for the brain activity to kick in.

This is one of those days.  You’ll see why.

Yesterday started out pretty early.  I wasn’t sure how far my long run would be, but I went 7 miles before calling it a day- all at about 8:45 pace.  The legs ache today, but some of that may have to do with the fact that I was running around in one pair of heels to another all day after that.  We shall wait and see.

After the run, I hustled to be ready in time to meet Mon for Fork, Cork & Style- a food and wine festival being held at the Arlington Park  Race Track.  The Groupon had gone through a couple weeks ago and Mon was on top of it.  Emeril was there at some point.  But I sadly did not hear him “BAM” his way through a meal- Mon and I hit up the wine tents as soon as we got there.There were 6 tents- each tent has about 6 or 7 different vendors.  Each vendor had 6 or 7 different wines to try.

Do the math. One of my favorites to taste was a red wine called Quintessa.  Part of it could have been the taste, but I was quite fascinated that it was $110 a bottle.  A case of that stuff could pay for a couple months rent… I don’t know if that excited or depressed me.

After we had our fill (and got tired of the crowd that was building), we decided it may be a good idea to eat a little somethin’ to keep ourselves in check.  With our Groupon ticket, we got not only admission to the wine tasting tents, but also 5 tickets for food. 

One of the favorites was the ribs from Fresh 1800 out of Schaumburg.I also really loved the beer cheese and pretzel bread.  And the Memphis-style BBQ.  But I don’t remember what vendor they came from… sorry.Ted Drewes frozen custard (from St. Louis) was also there.  I had to go get some as a shout out to my peeps in Missouri- holla’!  However, I was a bit disappointed.The ice cream was quite delicious.  But um… I got pretty much two spoonfuls of it.  Yes, I get the everything in moderation rule.  But there’s a difference in moderation and stingy, people.  Compare it to the pulled pork slider.  Both of those cost 1 ticket.  That’s not right.

Do you go to wine/food tastings?  I’ve never been to the huge one here- Taste of Chicago.  I’m not one for drinking and eating with the masses.  Seems like more of a hassle than anything.  But this one was a relatively decent size.  Will I go again next year?  Eh.  Maybe if Paula Deen is there. 

Anyways, it was a breezy afternoon, but not bad.  The wine also helped with keeping me from being cold.  Lovely.  After a few hours of lounging around at Arlington Park, I went home to get ready for outting #2.  I was going downtown to meet up with my friend Nicole- who I haven’t seen since July.  Which is crazy since she’s a good friend from Mizzou and lives so close.  So a little crowd of us went out and hit a bar in Wrigleyville for a bit.  That happened until my friend let me know of an interesting occurence that was about to go down.

Nicole and I made our way downtown because my friend had put us on the guest list at Enclave to see these kids perform:

You may not recognize them (I sure wouldn’t have), but that’s Far East Movement.  They stopped by Enclave and performed “Like a G6″ for the crowd.  We happened to be in a really good spot when they were about to come on.  Nothing beats front and center.

I’m normally a “rock” kind of girl, but “Like a G6″ has happened to be my daily theme song as of late being as how I can’t seem to get the damn song out of my head…

Jason Derulo was also supposed to show up at some point, but it was getting to be that time and we were a wee bit tired.  So we bailed.  Sorry JD- maybe next time.  We were both chatty the whole way home and Nicole may or may not have had the best idea of the night when she decided we should do this:I couldn’t even remember the last time I had late night pizza.  All she  had to do was mention it and I was already on the phone ordering.

You would not believe the damage two slender girls did to this thing. 

But I am quite sure you would believe that because of this pizza, I woke up feeling pretty decent.  Considering the late night and beverages consumed. 

Like I said- sometimes pizza is the best idea ever.  In more ways than one. 

Not to say I wasn’t tired.  I drove home  pretty early (even Sunday morning traffic on the interstate in the city is disgusting) and crashed for a few more hours in the comfort of my own bed.  Because, let’s face it- your own bed trumps a friend’s couch every single time.

And that, my friends, was my long Saturday.  Excuse me while I go lounge some more…

The Big Flea

That’s what we decided to call it.  Every first weekend of the month, there’s a giant flea market in St. Charles, Illinois.  Did you know that?  I sure didn’t until my friend Danielle came along.  She lives for this stuff.  She also maps out and has a time schedule for the day after Thanksgiving.  So you know she doesn’t mess around.  And technically, in her case, you can define shopping as a sport.

Anyways, before I left, I knew I’d need my energy to keep up with this shopping guru. I decided to do a broccoli scramble.  With toast.  But I had no toast.  And since I’m leaving early Thursday to go back to Mid-MO for a wedding, I decided to not grocery shop and live off of what I had.  My problem is that I like to have a carb with most meals.  Enter another “cleaning out the pantry” moment.I think I bought it for when I planned to make chili earlier this year.  Didn’t happen.  Lucky me. 

I made spicy corn muffins by adding chili powder and red chili pepper flakes into the mix.  Good idea, but if you want to try it, be more liberal.  I held back.  But that’s ok- still good.Off to the Big Flea!

What did we find there?  A LOT of crap.  Seriously.  Crap.  Such as interesting lawn decor:Debbie Downer Frogs:Fashion statements:And fun signs for the whole family:It was also a fun people-watching event.  I highly recommend it. 

Unfortunately, the 6-foot tall metal rooster wouldn’t fit in my car, so I had to settle for a smaller purchase.  If you believe the label, it’s Dolce and Gabbana.  What a steal for $25, right?    I wasn’t “in the market” for a purse, but had my eye out.  After sifting through a million, I found this one with a not so obvious fake label.  I’m a sucker for the ruffle.  I kept going back to it until Monica said, “well just get it, Amy.  You’ve looked at it 10 times- clearly you want it.”  So I did.  And I sorta love it.

Does anyone else do the flea markets?  I’ve done the fake designer things before, but this was my first junk scavenger hunt in such a large-scale ordeal.

Afterwards, we left Danielle (who was still on the hunt), and decided to go to downtown Geneva to enjoy a little stroll and get some eats.Tapas, anyone?

We started out calm, with a light salad of asparagus, tomato, basil, evoo, and bleu cheese.Angie wasn’t quite used to the whole taking-pictures-of-food thing.  But Mon sure was and showed her how it’s done. 

My favorite?  Probably the baked artichoke stuffed with bread crumbs and topped with the most amazing sauce that I can’t remember the name of…And off of Angie’s recommendation, we chose the “Popeye” pizza- topped with spinach, feta, and mozzarella.  This picture was so posed, it was out of control.  I immediately regretted the decision- the cheese instantly started to burn the top of my mouth.  I think Mon caught me wincing in pain.  But once the pizza cooled down… oh my- it was fabulous.  Thin crust is my fav!

After I was filled up on cheese and such, I came home to my red box selections for the night.  Hot Tub Time Machine was one I was curious about.  I think I’ve heard more buzz about it now as it is coming out on DVD than when it was in the theaters. 

Someone compared it to The Hangover.  They were clearly wrong.  But it was the same general outrageous humor.  Had a few good lines.  Entertaining.  But I’m glad I only spent $1 to watch it.

Happy Labor Day, everyone! Let’s enjoy the end of our extended weekend!