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Austin, 2012. That’s Casper -- he was so young! His little head is brown.
Dear Gus,
A coupon for a free bowl of queso lured us me to dine amongst the commoners at Chuy’s Tex-Mex tonight. You were intrigued by the lack of sophistication in their bumkinly manière de manger.
Dad
North Little Rock, Arkansas. 11.2.2017 - 7.29pm.
SIDENOTE: I don’t know French and used Google Translate to look up how to say “manner of eating” because using French words always makes shit sound more refined. Also, I’ve been watching “The Crown.”
Had an awesome day shopping with my girls @craniumhurricane & @casleyislove & @tothemoonandback08 🛍💚 I scored some amazing loot from Hot Topic, Call It Spring, Papaya, and Barnes & Noble!! And! We got dinner at Chuy’s and saw the insanely amazing Spider-Man: Homecoming afterward! Life is good 😊
Woo girls on parade . It’s Saturday night. Shannon and I are sitting on the patio at Chuy’s on broadway in west end. Our view in every direction holds loud bars, and pay parking. Over there, *points diagonally across the street and continues* is a bakery known for it’s icing….IT’S ICING!! (bleh) Traffic stops and piles up behind a red light. Cheers from a party bus full of might be frat boys (polo shirts and what I imagine to be ironed deck shorts with brown braided belts.) they are cheering on a bachelorette party riding a beer wagon. Y’know, the peddle car bar where it’s like drinking and a work out and humiliating all at the same time. The “woooooo!’s” and the “yeeeeeeah gurl!’s” chime back in somewhat of a response. All the girls are wearing the same sleeveless black tank top with gold lettering I cannot read. All but one girl. She is the bachelorette in a white blouse and a tiara. She’s reading a menu, yes, a menu as two of her bridesmaids scootch off their stools and pour themselves onto the street. One by one they slide onto broadway 15-20 ft away from us. They straighten, high five, and complain loudly about “that fucking bitch” who was the tour guide, bartending, captain of the beer wagon. The screetchy mass of them walk by toward the corner cross walk and out of sight. Our food arrives and right behind the steamy plate of enchiladas is the door girl leading the fish tailing bachelorette party. As the third one passes our table, I can read the gold lettering. “drunk batch” going for the bachelorette/bitch pun. The bride to be, is wearing a jean skirt and light brown leather boots to go with the white blouse and sparkley tiara, which contrasts the black and elevates her status from the lesser “batches” to the obvious HBIC. She is also wearing a scowl and seems to be making no attempt to conceal it. Trailing the group is one girl trying to support another girl, both walking in time with the music and trying to appear fine. They sit down with the rest of the group at a high top with stools for all eight. The bachelorette hides behind another menu. The server comes over and two girls almost shout “Water!” 20 minutes later the two girls are gone and the bachelorette party balloon seems to have lost all its “wooooo!’s”. 20 minutes after that it’s time to go. Our tab is paid, but I gotta pee. Shannon goes for the car, I go to the bathroom. (initially forgetting which chuy’s I am in and I go the wrong way) I quickly find what I am looking for and claim a stall. In the wheelchair accessible stall to my right are the voices of what appears to be three of the bachelorettes team yelling/bitching/instructing a fourth. “NO, we are NOT going home, YOU are NOT going home, YOU are going to puke and drink some water and we are going back out there!” “yeah just puke and get it over with already, you’ll feel better after” “NO you are not! This is not about you Brooke! This is about Courtney! It’s her special night and she’s not even having fun. You are going to puke or whatever and we are going to get on with this right now. Courtney is waiting!” “c’mon, we’re doing this!” “it’s not about you Brooke!” “yeah” “and Courtney’s not even drunk yet” “I can’t believe you, just puke already so we can get back out there.” At that I finished washing my hands and shared a smile with my reflection in the mirror. As I attempt to exit the room, the door pushes open a little too fast for my two-margarita brain. It’s the bachelorette in the white blouse and tiara. It’s Courtney and she’s pissed. My mind screams “Hey Courtney!” but luckily my mouth never made the words. I quickly and successfully navigate my giggley self away from Courtney’s wrath, and to Shannon’s waiting car where I relay this story with all it’s mellow dramatic inflection. Continuing on home, we interrupt each other periodically saying and laughing, “it’s not about you Brooke!”…
@legoule
Chuy's atmosphere is 👌 also Kellen got me a Chuy's shirt for my birthday 😁❤🌮
Dear Gus & Magnus,
We met Yiayia & Errol for dinner at Chuy's in North Little Rock in celebration of me starting my new job and Yiayia returning from Vegas.
Dad.
North Little Rock, Arkansas. 8.20.2025 - 6.35pm.
Tortilla Soup. Chuy’s Chuy’s. Little Rock, Arkansas. 1.20.2024.
NOTE TO SELF: Not bad for a super-chain restaurant. I'd get this again if I find myself here.
Currently ranked 16th of 23 January meals.
Today’s Exercise:
Jillian Michaels 6 Week 6 Pack Level 2 Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred Level 3 Jillian Michaels Shred It with Weights Level 2 Hour long walk
Today’s Food:
Breakfast: Chobani raspberry lemonade Greek yogurt, coffee Dinner: Chuy’s: Chicka chicka boom boom enchiladas, rice, beans, chips and queso/salsa, 1/3 order churro bites Cocktail: Frozen margarita 1L water