Team Dinner

I it probably does not sound right when I post fancy dinner pictures immediately after the posts about arrests, but that’s my reality.

We had a team dinner yesterday at one of the Near North steak houses, and pretty much everything was “the first time ever” for me.

First, the waiters brought gigantic “seafood towers.” Everything was eadable, but I guess some people on our team were suspisious, and nobody ate the lobster from the to of one of the towers.

The Seafood tower

Then, everyone ordered steaks. I abslutely didn’t feel like eating 16 oz of meet, but there were some super-fancy super-small steaks with super-high price tags, and I go one of them.

For dessert, I chose a soft espresso isecream with rum. It ended up even better than I antisipated, with chocolate espresso beans on top. Much better than gigantic pieces of carrot cake!

Saturday

On Saturday, I allowed myself to have a day of complete relaxation. I know that the description that will follow won’t sound like a relaxation to many people, but it definitely was for me.

For the first time that week, I had breakfast at home with Boris, and we took time, and talked, and I was not running anywhere. Then I took a train to the look to meet one of my peers with whom I wanted to talk but didn’t have time before or during the conference. I gave her a mini-tour of the Loop while we were walking to the CAC building, where her actual tour was about to start.

Then I returned home, and we had lunch. Then, we did a couple of small house projects and headed to the CSO. It was the first time that I booked a pre-concert dinner at the Thomas Club on the 9th floor of the Chicago Symphony Building -and we both loved it! Everything: the view, the ambiance, the food and drinks, and the service was just perfect!

As for the concert, it was something I never heard before! Both the CSO and the Jazz in Lincoln Center Orchestra were on stage, and the performance they gave together was smashing!

Both Shostakovich and Prokofiev’s pieces are more than well-known to us: most of them were often on the radio in the Soviet Union, but their interpretation was so unusual that we could hardly recognize them. Two hours of pure joy 🙂