1 John and Luke at Berlin. pix by Kirk. 2 DJ Plez and Richard at Mary's Attic. pix by Kirk. 3 John at Jackhammer. pix by Kirk.
appy Halloween! Please frequent any one of the advertising establishments and remember--treat your tricks as you would have them treat you.
Hello to one Mr. Jim Flint at 3160. We sat at the bar and discussed beauty, a topic about which he knows plenty. More than Donald Trump and that's for damn sure! Did you hear what he said about honorary lesbian Angelina Jolie? But I digress. Got a fantastic shot of Gio during the POP Goes the Gio show. His groupies were wearing me the fuck out so I had to split. Just because I have a camera don't mean I'm your Kunta Kinte slave. Oh lawdy, pick a bale o' cotton.
Another hello to Luke, the delectable Aussie bartender at Berlin. I forgot exactly what we talked about for ten minutes, but I'd love another 10.
Happy 25th anniversary to Hunters. Pubert and I drove on down. We spent longer looking for parking than we did in the bar, for Christ's sake! Busy, busy, busy. Well you should know. Everyone in existence ( including you, no doubt ) was there. Thumbs up to Mark, Patrick and the whole homosexual crew down in scenic Elk Grove Village ( or, as they call it in my perverse fantasy, the EGV ) .
Speaking of perverse fantasies, I had quite a terrifying nightmare last night about Count Chocula. I'll never be able to eat a balanced breakfast again.
You know when a bar is attached to a restaurant, the catering is gonna kick ass. Such was amply true at Mary's Attic/Hamburger Mary's first anniversary shindig. My mamma didn't raise no dummy; I went directly to the buffet and I was wearin' my eatin' dress. Who could possibly imagine that one could FRY macaroni and cheese? Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus, and he's deep-fried and smothered in cheese. See the Spread for pix of the bartenders whippin' it out. Speaking of buffet...
Ever have that dream that you're sitting at a bar and watching fisting porn and all of a sudden the bartender appears in said porn and proceeds to double-fist some dude? Oh, it's no dream, it's Jackhammer and their new bartender John. I was so impressed I had to shake his hand ( all together now--EWWWW! )
Welcome The Windy City Empire's Emperor IV David James and Empress IV Pia Mess. The coronation at the Chicago Cultural Center was exquisitely done.
And thanks to Monique Marquette for expressing herself this week on page 26. Hopefully her courage will get folks to open their ears and shut their mouths.