Whiskey Business

Please bear in mind that I am now 2 weeks late on this blog. Shit has been happening, my dudes. We will get there though. In due time.

So Sunday July 14. I had made plans with my friend who had just graduated and taken her boards. She lives far, but is always willing to come drive to me because she’s a true and genuine friend. Really hard to come by these days. But she’s awesome. Probably my favorite person I met during my time here in Chicago. Anyway! She wanted to do a brunch, so I brought her to a place I’ve been to a few times before called Whiskey Business. They’ve got an awesome French fry bar and pretty good drinks. What I failed to mention was she is from NOLA, so the bitch knows how to drink. As for me, well, I’m kind of a lightweight these days when it comes to booze. So we ordered drinks as we sat down and just talked. It had been a while since we had been able to get together. And then she orders shots. Jesus. The place was pretty busy, and the server ended up forgetting about our shots, so he came back with shots for us and himself and said they were on him. Awesome! We talked for Munich longer and ended up having another drink before our food came. Seemed to take forever! But it was all good. Once we finished eating, we went up to the roof for a bit to check it out. Since she (unbeknownst to me) paid the check, I got our next round of shots. Was definitely feeling it at this point. Once we were done there, we Uber’d back to my place and talked some more. Then she left and I relaxed a bit because the next day was a fresh start on a new rotation.