Jason and friends at Mary's Attic. That one dude who claims I never print his picture at Hideaway. Krispy Cream at Bucks circa August 2007, photo by Ryan Kolodziej
Is it Rodeo time already? Seems like just yesterday I was knee deep in mud and disgustingly hot cowboys down at the Six Guns Ranch and Arena in Crete. Can't make it down to Crete? Make sure to catch the fillies and fairies of Windy City Rodeo at the welcome party Friday at Club Krave in Blue Island, or hop on the bar crawl at Charlie's on Thursday. By the time you get to Touché, you're sure to be FAHOOTCHED!
This week's issue is mostly populated by pictures from last weekend's Market Days bar madness. Thanks a full million to DJ Res 5, Alexandra Klimczak, Chuck Kramer and Kizzy for covering all you drunk asses in the bars. I was strictly on the street last week.
As such, not too much to write about here.
Farewell to my friend Jason who will be relocating to good ol' Michigan this week. Good thing I ran across him and cohorts at Mary's Attic. Can you believe Jeffrey chopped off his mohawk? Next thing you know his tattoos will jump ship in protest. If you see the odd tattoo running down the street holding a small placard, you know where it came from.
Hello to that blonde dude at Hideaway who always accuses me of not printing his picture when, indeed every single time, I do. Please glance to the left for proof that I am not involved in some conspiracy to collect photos of you for FBI surveillance, or some such. They are for the Nightspots viewing public. Nothing else.
Special thanks to Lady Vera Parker for naming me as one of the 30 most important folks in her blog at Chicago Pride. And props for getting that shot of me from last year's Empire pie toss at Bucks. Never has whipped cream enjoyed such notoriety.
Well, off to the printers. Tune in next week for our Labor Day blowout. Say goodbye to summer in style with 2008's Miss and Mr. Continental, brought to you by Mr. Jim Flint.