I know that I never talk about bad places I go on dates, but this time I will. I haven't been there in a while, but I have to say that one of the worst places you could possibly take a date is Kit Kat Lounge and Supper Club at 3700 N. Halsted St.
Granted, it should be fun: Drag queens, Martinis, food and a fun atmosphere all sound wonderful. Alas, no.
There were literally eight bachelorette parties in the dining room with me and my date. The girls tried to make us play in their games and I wanted to stab each and every last one of them with their penis-shaped water guns.
I know I can't legally get married yet. I don't need some bimbo in a veil with LifeSavers on her shirt asking me for a dollar to remind me of it. I'd sooner eat George W. Bush's insoles. During Pride one year, a bride was crying because the street was blocked and her limo couldn't get to the door. During the parade!
Unless you want your date to be painfully reminded that you may never be able to marry them, with the federal government's tax blessings, miss this one, at least for a date.
Tell me your date disasters at mhampton1970@gmail.com .