Big Star whenever I feel like it, be seated immediately and without clawing anyone's eyes out, drink lots of..." /> Big Star whenever I feel like it, be seated immediately and without clawing anyone's eyes out, drink lots of..." /> Big Star whenever I feel like it, be seated immediately and without clawing anyone's eyes out, drink lots of..." />
Quick, what's your favorite place to drink outside in Chicago? Why? What are your secrets for snagging a table? I never, ever tire of this discussion, so please leave your answers below.

Meanwhile, I've said it before, and I'll say it again: I want to go to Big Star whenever I feel like it, be seated immediately and without clawing anyone's eyes out, drink lots of... Read more
I stayed in last night for the first time in weeks, and, scarcely knowing what to do with myself other than watch Dancing With the Stars and Gossip Girl, I did just that. It was satisfying, from the Duck Walk tofu Pad Thai to the moody Gossip Girl opening sequence set to my favorite Rihanna song of the moment, Rockstar 101 (feat. Slash). But, since this blog is all about going out... Read more
There are miles and miles of endlessly sprinkled, technicolor-green grass in Palm Springs, and staring at it as I lounge by the pool shall be my ode to this over-hyped holiday. You see, I'm on vacation. It's the first time in my nine Chicago years that I have missed St. Patrick's Day—the bead-tossing, beer-guzzling, river-dyeing, midday-puking excuse for debauchery that, truth be told, I've never much understood... Read more
There's a competition for everything, I guess—ugliest dog, extreme ironing, worm charming—but it never crossed my mind that somewhere, some people are going head-to-head over beer pouring. Tonight, that somewhere is Chicago, as the St. Patrick's Day festivities swing into action and Guinness brewmaster Fergal Murray presides over a "pour the perfect pint" competition at Grace O'Malley's in the South Loop... Read more
This time last year, I donned a sequined dress and went to two over-the-top Oscar viewing parties: a Moet shindig featuring gold-body-painted champagne girls, and the Center on Halsted's red-carpet bash. When I got home, I had no idea who won what and had to look it all up on TMZ.

I've already gone out a lot this week, so this year, I'm kind of hoping some friend will pop out of the woodwork and invite me over to... Read more
Anyone who follows my Twitter or Facebook feeds (sorry, what an unbearable thing to write—and worse, to link to) may remember that I lost my Little Red Wallet last Saturday night. It contained an Illinois driver's license featuring a particularly fetching photo of yours truly, my CTA Chicago Card Plus, and my Art Institute press pass—among other things. Please let me know if... Read more