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For six years now, the Standard Club, 320 S. Plymouth Ct., has thrown an annual When Harry Met Sally event-a singles mixer with great food, good music, expensive drinks and, if you grew up on the North Shore or attended Latin or Parker, very familiar faces. Although I grew up in Rogers Park, I attended … Read more

Sarah is unpacking post-move; check back Monday for the scoop on the Standard Club’s When Harry Met Sally event this Friday.—–EXCERPT:

The movers are scheduled to arrive in two hours, and as I sit here typing in my almost-all-boxed-up bachelorette pad, I’m feeling a little nostalgic. And tired. What was supposed to be a low-key weekend turned into anything but.I had planned on staying in Friday night and chilling with a girlfriend and her new puppy, … Read more

I pride myself on not being the bitter type; it’s just not in my nature to be a cynical, glass-is-half-empty kind of girl. Some might say I’m annoyingly optimistic (OK, I am), but when things don’t go exactly how I’d like in the love department, I find a way to either learn from it or … Read more

For the past few years, I’ve been asked to participate in the Starlight Starbright Dream Date auction. Thrown by a children’s charity (the money raised goes toward bettering the lives of seriously ill kids), it’s something I’ve always wanted to be a part of, but I’m usually at the Grammys that weekend.This year I decided … Read more

Talk about partying like a rock star: I spent Saturday night at new nightspot Pharmacy (1450 W. Chicago Ave.), where a charity event benefiting the Chicago Music Commission featured photos by Rock Star Supernova bassist Johnny Colt and rock photo legend/CMC founder Paul Natkin. Pharmacy is still awaiting its liquor license; stay tuned for a … Read more

My plan to watch the Super Bowl at State turned out great-well, with a couple of exceptions. The place was packed, and the energy level was at a major high. Even those who didn’t care about the game (although how could they not?) must have felt chills when everyone in the room chanted the Bears … Read more

Whether it’s due to Bears celebrations or the bone-chilling weather, I haven’t been on my eight-nights-a-week nightlife schedule lately. To stave off an impending case of cabin fever, I hopped in a cab bound for Andersonville last Thursday to support some friends who run an art gallery, Estudiotres. My first thought: Andersonville? That’s so far … Read more