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Surprise shows and dance parties

One thing I love about living in this city is that your evening can often take an unexpected, yet pleasant, turn.

Like last Wednesday. Thanks to the beauty of Twitter, I heard about a Heineken secret concert  with Broken Social Scene. Which was perfect since my pal Elaine and I were headed that way to see The Rapture (the band, not the end of the world) at Metro anyway. Holla.

The show was performed next to the 7-Eleven by Wrigley. This short girl appreciated the elevated stage. I didn’t appreciate that I missed my fave, 7/4 Shoreline. I could hear it in the distance, which was a tease. What makes this show amazing is that it is apparently one of Broken Social Scene’s last shows ever. Or for now.

My inner copywriter also appreciated the billboard flanking the show.

The fun didn’t end there. The Rapture played a dance-tastic show. The sound quality at Metro was quite good, quite as expected. As Elaine pointed out, it was a show where you didn’t have to know all the songs. You could just dance.

[I wanted to post a video clip of the hot jam from the new album, “How Deep is Your Love?” But WordPress now wants me to pay to do that.]



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In the year 2000 (err, 2011)…

So, you can charge your electric car at Walgreens. What the? Is this The Jetsons?

I’ve seen a few electric-car charging stations in parking garages around the city. But at Walgreens in Logan Square? This is amazing.

Looks like you just swipe your credit card and plug your car in. If only someone would create a station like this for iPhones…I would pay. I would pay big bucks.

Also, this reminds me of:

“Sand. Saudi Arabian sand!” This long-standing Conan skit was hands down my favorite.

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Double the fun

Nearly six years ago, when we first moved to Chicago, we lived down the street from a hole-in-the-wall, atypical Wrigleyville bar named Wrigleyville North. My husband (then fiance) and our friend Nick were regulars who affectionately called it “Country Bar” because a country band played every weekend. This band, much to Nick’s chagrin, played “Rocky Top” much too frequently.

I called it “Bad Bar.” Not because I didn’t like it. Mostly because it didn’t have much going for it in the way of ambience.

Some things don’t change. The bar is still unremarkable, but holds a place in my heart for its fond new city memories, decent jukebox, and of course, a ladies’ room with two toilets.

We never quite figured out why there are two toilets. Women don’t pee next to each other. Hmmm.

We went back to Wrigleyville North last weekend after a Cubs game as a large group. Not to hear the country band, but this time to honor Nick. Maybe it was a combination of his presence, our dear friends being in one place, and distraction pool (I’ll explain this another time), but I can’t honestly remember having so much fun at that bar.

I’d like to think that Nick is somewhere now wearing his Cubs jersey, enjoying an Old Style and shaking his head at the sound of Rocky Top.



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There’s no use crying…

…over spilled pickles.

Sad dills.

Taken at Clark St. at Polk St., Chicago.

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Concrete city within a city

To me, the hustle and bustle and anonymity of city living is strangely liberating.

That’s why it seems odd that there would be a high-rise prison in the middle of downtown.

A few years ago when my friends and I were pouring our entry-level paychecks into crappy Lakeview apartments, one co-worker was a baller living in Printer’s Row. We had no idea how he afforded such a nice, conveniently located apartment. One that happened to be located next to a city prison. Sometimes, if you timed it right, you caught a glimpse of the prisoners.

What I find fascinating about this correctional facility is that, at first glance, you might think it’s an older condo building. Except the views through the tiny windows probably aren’t as spectacular. And the residents aren’t exactly leaving for work every day.

I forgot about the prison until we passed it this weekend.

Did you know it existed?


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Pockets of delight

Yesterday, my husband was nearly late for work because he carefully chopped and packed me a salad for lunch.

I didn’t eat it.

Not because I didn’t appreciate the kind gesture or because it didn’t look delicious (it did). But because the 5411 Empanadas truck was parked in front of my office, and I have no willpower when it comes to these pockets of delight.

Just look at this menu. They’re out-of-control good.

I told myself I’d get one or two empanadas to eat with my salad.

I bought four (and ate no salad): Ham and cheese, spinach and cheese, sweet corn and carmelized onion. Dipped in chimichurri sauce. Perfection. I managed to save one empanada, which I ended up eating as a snack because I worked late.

Well this wasn’t my first rodeo with 5411 Empanadas and it certainly won’t be my last. Especially since the truck insists on parking in front of the Leo Burnett building nearly every week.

In other words,  look for this truck and purchase empanadas immediately. You won’t regret it. Or stalk them on Twitter like I do.

Side note: Isn’t their branding and packaging super chic and some of the best you’ve seen in Chicago food trucks?

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Living the (urban) dream

I must admit, it’s been a while. How are you?

There have been countless events the past few months that have made me pause and reflect. Some lucky and some unlucky. Most notably, I’ve had a huge change in scenery. I went from living in Logan Square and working in River North to living in South Loop and working in the Loop.

But, sometimes a change in scenery is just what you (I) need.

The views in this city are amazing. But everyday, for the past week and a half, I’ve taken in this particularly breathtaking view and realized just how lucky I am. I’m more or less living the life I’ve always imagined.

I have a sweet husband who makes me laugh everyday.

I have incredible, interesting friends who make me a better person.

I live in an amazing apartment in a delightful city.

I have a fun job that challenges me and enables me write everyday.

The only thing that would make it perfect would be having all of my family and close friends here. But alas, you can’t have it all.

So, before you throw up, I promise to post less about the sap and more about the weird.

Cheers to living the dream, whatever yours is.

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