05/29/08

The Accidental Bride: What I've Learned

Eight lessons I've learned so far about wedding blogging. And I haven't even picked out the cake yet.

1. If I continue writing about my wedding plans (check out these no-holds-barred comments), the haters may do the unthinkable, like throwing LGS over for Billy Dec's blog. (He must have one. Doesn't everyone?)

2. Readers want to hear from The Fiancé. Today after work, he's meeting my mom and me for the first of many florist appointments, this one with Richard Remiard...

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05/27/08

Sex and the Windy City

There are two kinds of people in this world: those giddy with anticipation in advance of Friday's premiere of Sex and the City: The Movie and those who'd rather poke out their eyeballs with a six-inch stiletto than hear fictional sex columnist Carrie Bradshaw croon "Hellllloooo, lover" on the big screen. Everyone's in luck! There are plenty of things to do this week, some of which are all about Sex and others that have nothing to do with it. (No shocker here: I fall into the fan camp and have a SATC-themed girls' night out planned for Friday; more on that next Monday)...

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05/22/08

Trumped

After spending more than a month recuperating from knee surgery, I finally kicked the couch last weekend and hobbled back onto the scene—and I couldn't have picked a better spot to remind me just how much I love nightlife in Chicago: Rebar. You might have heard of it. It's that little joint from Trump and his kids in a building they're putting up along the river. Opened last month, the bar—whose name nods toward the more than 50,000 tons of rebar, or reinforced steel, used in the tower's construction—is gilded and sceney, with an over-the-top drink menu. In short, it's everything we want a Trump bar to be...

Posted at 05:09 PM in Nightlife | Permalink | Comments (1)

05/09/08

Word to Your Mother

It's been two weeks since I had reconstructive knee surgery—two weeks spent holed up at my parents' house in the suburbs recovering. Having my ACL and meniscus repaired hasn't slowed the wedding arrangements down at all; not even crutches can affect this bride's ability to plan, plan, plan. If anything, being laid up has let me devote even more time and energy to the big day. The only thing scarier than a bride with too much time on her hands? A mother of the bride who's newly retired...

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